Lullabies.

Never know.

Broken sentences and shattered hopes.

She is late at night, replaying it all over again.

But she wonders if he's sleeping tight.

If the water marks on his skin are none.

And if the wound in his heart is healed now.

Shattered poetry and broken thoughts.

Eyes wide open and chapped lips.

His taste is still on her rosy lips.

His touch is still haunting.

Replaying the tape over again.

Sad feelings and hopeless dreams.

She retraces her steps back again, thinking.

Where did she went wrong? Did she loved too much?

Or was he too weak to even notice the glow in her eyes.

She'll never know cause she was too dumb to walk away.