In the broken plates of wisdom,
you serve her reasons,
Like autumn leaves,you change colours
with changing seasons.
Dry and parched,
empty souls,
dying embers,
that turn to coal,
asking for love,
again to be whole.
Lost in dreams
,the starry eyed girl,
you fill her with hope,
make her cry,
leave her to mope.
She isn't easy,
she's brave,
She gave you love,
you called her naive.
You were up to same,
Same old shame,
She wanted you,
Not your glory, not the fame.
You didn't knew her well,
Just her name,
But she did knew,
you and your game.
Yet she stayed,
Stayed for your sake,
Her love was real,
Her feelings ,not fake.
