Solemn Room

She stares at the window.
She embraces the sun's glow.
She sits still in her lazy chair.
She lets the smell of rose touch her hair.
She doesn't move anywhere.
She just wants to be there.
She sips in the peach tea and her mind goes as wild as sea.
She just holds her paint brush but then she rips her canvas.
She knows what it is to be late, but sometimes it is not about the haste. She steps back into her mind.
She reassures that everything is fine.
She takes cigarette - now that she has to forget how it felt.
She sips her peach tea.
She remembers her plea.
She knows he will always be there.
But sometimes it is just not fair.
Hear heart stands before the door. A never opened door.
Her plea is not as sweet as pea. Not as the sugar to her tea.
She never wants to rush it. Neither does she want to flush it.
She stares at the window. She'd never break her vow.
She never believes in fate.
Until everything is too late.
She knows he will open the door. If only...





She starts painting solemnly.




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