She wears her shroud of happiness,
Long coat of smiles and laughs,
Amongst her friends and colleagues,
Her act is now her craft.
Inside her heart is broken,
To her, beyond repair,
Confidence dismantled,
No love is left to share.
He tore her heart asunder,
Spilled out the love inside,
Betrayed her with another,
He left her while she cried.
She’s tried to overcome it,
Attempted to let some in,
Alas the lock is broken,
Caging memories of him.
Friends can see inside her,
Pain she thinks she hides,
Try they do to help her,
Rebuild her fallen Pride.
She adheres to all the scheming,
The plans to fix her up,
She dates the introduced,
Each time they wish her luck.
One day the walls will crumble,
The broken lock will fall,
Her confidence will strengthen,
To her heart she’ll call.
Until that day we’ll be there,
Some shoulders for her to lean,
To see her shroud of laughter,
Replaced with hopes and dreams.
