She created
something
with the
belief so strong that it will never break,
inconceivable
to disappoint herself from the past.
A faith,
adamant and arrogant.
Overlooking
that it is destroyed she moves on
And along
the path somewhere, she realizes
That the glue
holding the pieces together
becomes heavier
when fallen
apart.
The rhyme is
lost.
Just like
that she decides to fly
with the
hope of deceiving herself yet again
that a gust
of wind will blow away
the burden
off her chest,
And it did
restoring her faith
Filling with
brightness
Of the happiness
All over
again.
