Broken hearts have so many stories to tell,
And yet they are called ‘failed in love’.
She too had a story that did not end so happy,
And yet in itself was a happy one.
She penned the story in words somewhere,
And very beautifully that.
But tore it to pieces this one day,
Not wanting to keep the memories intact.
She’s happy now, albeit some revisiting now and then,
She’s at peace now, albeit some memories twitching.
They say what happens, happens for the best,
Well maybe then, and so be it, she’s out to lay those doubts TO REST.