She closed her eyes, humming lullabies
Escaping into dreams repressed
by the unpleasantness of quotidian life.
Travelling down the stairs of time,
she paused awhile
sweeter than dewdrops on wintry morns.
Yet another scar,
paving its way
striving to bedim the bliss
she craves to hold onto
She believes she can make it through.
A deceptive smile to beguile her heart,
to obliterate the scar
that burns only to wish her death
And yet another time,
It is her smile that captivates
Ensnares the scar,
Outshines the memories sweet
Gleefully, it is the sweetness she holds onto.