Confessions of a lonely soul

Single,open minded, maverick,self strong gutted were her early phrases bold and brave

Chic,sassy,clever , unbeatable were her jewels she often made a show off....

Tales do need a happy ending for joy and beauty lies in moments that counts

Time and things waver...left was her empty soul,still

She needed a heart for she has a endless drama to share...just a few moments for someone who can care

Y is the phrase " A right thing at right moment " so classy...when everything else in the world gets nosy

U wither...u shiver for the wind is cold and grave ...shadows search for the dark for the belongings they crave

Lost things hurt more until they get tamed ,Scars leave marks behind just to add on the blame

Seasons change for she remained the same...a few things were her constants like cure after pain

 Creep and freak was she called...for she was left alone among those lost

Many went this way...so will she...can she change her story and reclaim the glory