Another english poem.

[POEM TWO]

                                           COLLISION.

She knew he wasn’t going to come back.

Not today.

And the frail bird who always lives in the window of her room.

He doesn’t sing anymore.

He ran out of joy.

And sadness was their way of life now.

They played the game like they were toys.

But they will never be the bride and the groom.

She can realise that now.

So she is wasting her time.

With her head mulling over the absolute mess.

Watching the stars shine.

What a fool little girl!