By Mariam Rajab
There was a lonely lass who wanted love, So she cared and kept everyone above, She wore her heart on her sleeve, Gave more than she could believe.
Shortly her tender heart got stabbed,
But she still loved with what could be nabbed.
Soon it left her hub drained,
Making her empty and strained,
It left her shunned and her soul shattered,
Wore her out and she forgot that she mattered.
Her heart had been broken
And it couldn’t be fixed by any glue,
So her pain flew out of her vein,
Which finally turned her cold and blue.
Thus when the lonely lass faded into thin air,
The demons faded as well which once she’d fear.
Millions buzzed around her body which is now pale,
But no amount of tear would make her prevail,
Hence, she laid there as still as a rock,
And people missed the way she would talk,
But what goes never comes around,
This is understood after she’d vanished never to be found.
The diary of a lonely lass 