Broken

Childhood innocence has been long forgotten,
Stripped off the shell of protectiveness,
Remnants of the broken carousals are floating in the air,
A broken voice can be heard begging for some love and peace.
The scene changes to a bright sunny day-
The air was full of the screams of children playing nearby.
But sooner it all started to fade out,
Cause he has come to her holding in his hands a bunch of roses.
He assures her that the stems are without thorns ans so is his love for her,
The screams of laughter and joy permanently halts.
She was shocked for she was not expecting the courtship.
But he was an expert in wooing and winning ladies,
This female would become his perfect trophy, he had thought,
But the poor girl had no idea about all this.
She gave in to his sweet words of love, affection and commitment,
She gladly accepted the roses.
That brings us to the present now,
Where she can no longer move ahead in life nor look back,
There is nothing to hold on to,
The deception has robbed her of her heart beat,
She is just a mourning soul, a broken toy of her own fate.