On a dark night,
On a running train.
The cold breezy wind,
Ruffled her grey hair.

Eyes closed, 
She looked up at Him.
Asking a question open,
Why didn't she win?

Wandering around, aimless thoughts,
All she had was dark spots.
Lips sealed, Eyes frost.
She was Oh So Lost. 

P.S. Who was She? She was his soul.

P.S.2 The poetry apart, I loved this dress.

P.S.3 I know my friend would be angry with me for posting this poem. Sorry dear friend, but yes, sometimes a few solemn moments make me ask these questions.

Lost Lost Reviewed by Vyankatesh on Tuesday, February 05, 2013 Rating: 5

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