A Short Story

the innocence of your face,

your half opened shoe lace,

your fully closed eyes,

calmness of clear skies

your brown messy hair,

Made you all the more fair,

Your pointed optics , unique and strange

Your love for me , a gift out of range

You wore a grey tee,beauty in excess

For me ,You looked like a real princess

A prince was looking at you,

An eyelock you never shared,

Another waiting for you,

To hug him you dared,

The window pane showed a tale

Princess on knees, seeking forgiveness

From the one,who with fear made her pale

One prince felt for you, other gave you stress

Just like a bee leaves a flower

He said it's over

Away he went,for a fresh start

Little he knew, he carried princess' heart

With a wind, the metro left

One prince was still all ears

The princess broke down in tears

He could see and feel her pain

But then, history repeats itself again

Just characters wouldn't be same again

...to be continued if they ever met again