The resurgent love.
It was dark inside there,
Her tears saw no closure,
A dead end was all she could see,
Winding up the streets of love.
The scars were still fresh,
While she tried standing up,
From a fall so hard,
Her heart; as fragile as a house of cards.
Coping up with the loss, she picked up the pieces,
For it was a new world for her without him,
His touch was her cocaine rush,
He was indeed her fairyland crush.
Once again, when love locked horns with despair,
Dark circles meant nothing for all she could care.
Red tinged and swollen eyes,
Resurgence was in a perfect disguise.
She walked hand in hand with hope,
In search of renaissance, she wandered,
Memories made her break down often,
He was gone, but never forgotten.
A silent vow echoed in her heart,
A happily-ever-after ending,
To her, his love was like iridescent whispers,
Thoughts of getting him back still gave her jitters.