She hides her eyes in the shades of grey,
Walking along in the crowded lane,
Wearing a mask of fake smile,
Painting her fears in plastic cosmetics,
Withering along in the insecurities,
The time was slowing her down…
Holding the hand of her past reflection,
Trembling on with her in the darkened street,
The innocence was losing hope,
As the questions were buried down by her lies…
The conscience hurting her like a frozen knife,
Teeming along in the pile of deceit,
Fragile her soul has become,
Every moment winding into circle of yearn,
She had lost the truth that kept alive…
Conceived in the shadow of doubt,
The sprout of truth was growing,
Cursing the time, as the walls closed in,
She began to wither in the shades of grey…
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