This is where she'll leave you now.
Breaking all her serene vows.
Forgive her for the pain to come.
She tried to stop the tragedy of love.
You were her lyrics.
She was your rose.
She had her thorns now exposed.
She had no choice but to dispose.
Now you know she was everything,
but not naive.
For she will, in that hour of night
Wilt herself to the burning light.
-Written By: Zainab Shah