A boy, with an image straight out of a magazine,

For whom she fell harder at first sight.

As minutes, hours, and days passed,

two lovers molded the cherished moments into memories,

that she desired to treasure for a lifetime, counting on his word,

"Trust me, I’m not like the other guys."

Days and months fled, 

His true self made a dark appearance,

as the sheep’s attire, he was wearing vanished into the thin air, 

making herself guilty, for not pondering before jumping in,

Besides, kindling a fire and forming a mess within her.

Now that the boy has stepped out of her life,

leaving her like a shattered mirror.

She used to bloom like a crocus,

but she's not as pure and kind as she was before.

Her blue, attention-seeking heart now hunts for a way out, 

A way out of her life 

Forever.