In a frustration
She threw her phone
Cz she felt like love has gone
With a heart little of love
She left herself free for tears to roll
Just like a feather with no strength
Clueless about where she should be
Felt a sudden hold and someone holded hand
The grip grew more stronger
With a warm cover that became a sheild
Got the place where she exactly should be
Stopped shreiking as the soule was commanding
Felt a warm breath of someone
Who wanted her to be free
Free from grip of those boundaries
That was a prince who made her free
Free from all those scars which were not ment to be……
gauravi 