No Longer

I looked in the mirror..

I saw a girl with a heart over the head..

Who is she? I said..

Couldn't be me, the heart is not mine..

I have killed my heart a million time..

And I kept wondering..

What's that mask I am wearing..

The mask of weak girls..

With a soft heart and long nails..

And a guy who butts in the way she is dressed..

And for blind obedience he stressed..

A guy who would lie..

Says for her he would die..

And once she slips..

He closes his lips..

No more love poems..

No more passionate words..

Sorry..

But I know that story..

Over haste..

I have no time to waste..

Promiss you am not her..

Am no longer that girl !!


*Copyrights reserved for Sarah Arram, November 21, 2005