Late night ,
Eleven past eleven ,
It started to drizzle .
Under the sky , filled with stars ,
She was Dancing in her own tears.
The eyes ,
Once , that were filled with glitter,
Now, left alone pale and dull ,
Were gazing in the universe ,
Wishing for a miracle,
Or in disguise ,
Longing for someone .
She searched and searched in the sky,
Howbeit ,
Except the faint young moon ,
And
the scattered pearls ,
She found no one nearby .
The moonlight shone ,
through the window ,
On her mobile phone .
The inbox was still open ,
Showing the old unread texts for someone.
"Anyways , I don't care", she sighed .
closing her feeble eyes ,
As she slept today ,
again , with the same old
deceptive lie .
-Rida F.K.
{ Here I go again , one more poem ^ ^ ,
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