She held onto the words

As if the words were a real person

Each emotion and feeling expressed

Made her feel warm, cold, fear or inhibitions

Words were powerful tool of love

Untill they turned into swords and knives

Butchering her day and night

Wounds with blood dripping words of despair

Untill everything died and only her soul was alive

God held her close at that time

He breathed into her a new life

A new me with a new beginning

Divine powers, divine strength gave her life

She was once again a living and happy

She forgot all about her wounds and scars

Divine powers miraculously worked wonders

 

Long back she was naive

Just a silly little child

Believing everyone 

Trust, love and happiness

She was really dumb

She held onto empty promises

Which she thought would come true

She held onto memories

As if they were reality

She weaved dreams 

She created castles of love

And he pushed one word button

It all fell on floor 

Into innumerable pieces it all broke

And like a smoke he vanished into thin air

Never to return to her ever again

She woke up with broken dreams

With broken heart

Realising just one thing

Words aren't actions 

Promises are meant to be broken

Dreams aren't reality

What's real is tangible

 

 

Empty words without actions

Has no hold on the new her

She believes in six senses

5 are tangible for things worldly

Sixth is intangible only for God almighty

Words she reads to entertain her thoughts

But doesn't act dumb and naive anymore

You can't hold onto ghosts and smoke

And love them as some real entity

Hoping someday to find someone real

Made of flesh, bones and blood

Untill then God is enough

Friends and family

And of course she has her

To enjoy her own company