Unwanted child waiting for her mom,
to hold her hand for making her asleep,
who didn't find mom's hand in her palm,
and blamed herself for inability to keep it.
At age of ten, she learnt about her father,
that he in fact was just her mom's husband,
it wasn't easy to take it and live farther,
but nothing she could do to understand.
It didn't matter much she was alone,
that everyone she liked didn't like her,
that everything she hoped for was gone,
all her dreams and plans didn't occur.
That guy was tall and nice and sweet,
they met each other on the seashore,
she was in love with every heartbeat,
but he preferred to close this door.
And obviously, it was easier for him,
he didn't love and so he didn't suffer,
he never turned into something grim,
and didn't promise to not love after.
She kept this promise not to love
and covered her heart with thick stone.
Just one was trustful that enough,
his love was big for two, the husband of her own.
It felt for her like the deepest dream,
the world, where no one was getting hurt,
she never felt and never saw the gleam,
that anyone else could ever love her.