Her eyes depicts enormous pain
A silent voice shouts for a friend
Deep in her eyes is a bucket of sorrows
Loneliness is tearing her apart
Though she tryna convince herself that all is alright
But you can see she needs to be loved
Her heart bruises blood of disguise
Because she has been hurt
Although her heart is not broken
Her eager to fall for someone again has been sucked out
She appears to be strong on the outerself
In her eyes, she wishes to find someone
Someone to appreciate her
Someone to love and make her happy
Someone to amend her heart and complete her
Someone to accustom to make her his priority
Someone to tell her everything will be alright when there’s no hope
Someone to confer a shoulder to lean on
Because she will cry no more
Someone to be her best friend
Someone to lend her an ear when she need to talk
Someone to reminisce with
Someone to pour waters with
Her eyes are spray-painted by these desires
Deep in her eyes she envy a best husband ever
But her envy fades away coz she smells no love
All she ever acquaints with is lust
She’s unfortunate to be used rather than loved
Every man coming in her life exasperates hope
Hope for “Mr. Right” but it all vanishes
For there is no love anymore
Yet she doesn’t give up, coz her heart is made of love
She gives her very best to each of her acquaintances
This is depicted through her eyes
In her eyes you can see she’s been thru it all
Yet she do not wanna relinquish
As each day passby, her age adds up too
Time is running out for her dreams
Dreams to have an ideal family
To be married and have kids
This is what her heart and eyes desires
Through her eyes she needs security
She needs someone to talk softly with her when she shouts
She needs someone to be her light when her days are dark
Someone who is gonna see her inner beauty
Because the beauty on the outside is for everyone
She needs someone to cherish every momento with
Because beyond the pain depicted in her eyes
There is hope for a better life
Deep in her eyes she is all a man can dream of
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