the cold breeze blew through the open window,

letting in an unexpected chill on her skin,

a whooshing sound that breaks the silent night,

creating a sudden feeling of depression.

her coffee remains untouched,

the pen is scratching words of feeling,

stumbles over her writing,

with papers scatter all around her.

she couldn't find the right reasons,

as she stares at the night stars,

reasons of her silent pain,

that never ends since the very day.

there stood her guitar,

waiting to be strummed,

the witness to her broken heart,

and the place for her flowing tears.

how can she endures the pain,

when she was being fooled by the situation,

with the blindfold covering her eyes,

making her too blind to see the truth.

the papers, music notes and cold breeze,

couldn't soothe her loneliness,

so she remains in agony,

in the endless night.

how she wish she could have no doubt...

and enduring the situation she's being left in...

- Me :) -