its broken, distorted, quenched, annealed
a neutral screen playing with silver swords
reflecting silence of the absorbed shield..
..to mould answers that have no words..

i heard her heart split into pieces,
cd discover her voice shrivel...
....as she reminisced her tymes wid him...
it bleeded out of d stone...
n she wept empathizing d pain he never experienced..
...he repeated to b 2gether again,
after so much denial 4m her side...
'nt realising' one more cut he makes to her heart wid every 'no'...
--''a tear trickled down my eye''--....
she's not a rock... i wondered... she's not...
she's not fire, not even wood ----but blamed ! misunderstood !...
n they who claim to b their best frenz cdnt find out..
--''my muffler was wet... wid d tears dat were supposed to be hers but spouting out of my eyes..''--.
....not a single drop 4m hers though ...
but her voice cried, squealing for help...
begging him to stop...
..... he kept on stabbing her further...
there's was no1.. n she wants no1 either
---- bt she needs one badly...
n i cant be there.... huh! m not there...
...--''n i soaked my shirt too now''--
they say, she's hard hearted..
...they say she's brutal, she's selfish, she's vicious...
i dnt knw how ryte they r wid dat ...
...all i knw is she's so n will remain to b d same till she 'explains'
n till then ...

'i like her'...