Poetry

This one of my fresher pieces. #109.

Me and her

Just waiting for the touch
She sat in utter loneliness
Today and now she was a new young woman
Her obstacles have been overcome
and She dealt with them with help of her angel
her new desires of loneliness
now nomore haunting
she was at peace with herself
and she wanted to feel it for eternity
the years that went by so painfully
she was cherishing them in these slow moments
with the drop of the rain
a cold shivering breeze
waiting in the line
or be it a strangers beautiful gaze
she was happy
There wasnt a battle with in her anymore
this thought made her more glad
She also thought about her mother
The times they fought, and the years they lost
now she wants to restore that in every second of her time
About herself who she neglected more than anything
and then about her angel
who opened her eyes and pointed out her reflection to her
told her the pain and agony that lil one was going through
who brought her closer to herself
She always thanked him
not because she was obliged
but because he helped her able to sit alone with herself
and find happiness in her own company