Heart for hire.

So love's not a game for two anymore,
And where the mind strays so does the heart prevail,
If all was in vain,
From the kisses, the texts to the walks in the rain,
Look into my eyes and let me know it's worth the pain.

My father once told me,
'son a woman ain't meant to be loved '
I thought twas just the good old grace,
Now I realise that two is just a number,
Very divisible,too bad if the one can't carry on.

Again I'm on display,
But this time it's a different kind of emotion,
Not to love, not to care,
Mine's just a heart for hire.

21 Questions.

Why? What? When? Where? Who? How?
These ran perfectly in her mind as the facade had to run off. Beautiful shades of scarlet. Almost blinding, well life has never been easy, never was, never will be. Seems like this had become a rhythm of some sort too bad she didn't have her dancing shoes.

There were voices in her head. some saying Yes others screaming quite the opposite. making a choice isn't something she was accustomed to. Sometimes it felt really bad, it drove her crazy mad. you know the kind of crazy that makes one feel the urge to meet God. Like would it be easier to pull the trigger, or stab her belly numb. Oh! How about the razor cuts. Well she had contemplated many, but of the twenty one options she had tried fifteen and they were all dead ends.

They called her Princess. Her beautiful smile and perfect frames of womanhood made all the girls jealous, Just a minute, behind the closed doors, who was princess? An embodiment of beauty, scarred with mental distress and emotional pain. What's the point of happiness when all she had were fake smiles?

well loneliness does kill, good thing this time she actually had the guts to pull the trigger. Damn the scarlet. 21 questions were finally quietly silenced.