Even if you were a genius,
your caliber would be just short to understand her.
She is messy and loving
vulnerable and raw
The only one of her kind.
You endeavour to mould her to more ‘Beautiful’
She keeps her own piece of soul aside
just to make sure that you find solace in all that she could afford.
But finally, when your judgments became a hanging knife over her neck
She slips away like dust from your fingers.
Not hurting you even a little.
And now you wake up!
Her absence makes her more lovable
You miss her
You think to yourself that may be you overlooked how gorgeous she was in her own world!
She was one more dimension to the concept of love!
But now its too late…
Its too late!