It Cries a Little, Sobs a Little, Weeps a Little

Under the broken roof

Where it sits still,

Tries to snitch the happiness

Away, but in vain.

They all try to burn

It out, not knowing that it's

Already into ashes, and

It cries a little, sobs a little, weeps a little.

The eyes are its mirror,

A friend indeed,

Whenever it's alone, they

Connect to it, reflecting

Every piece, but

No one catches the

Reflection though.

The days are warm,

The nights frozen cold and

On summer nights she

Thinks with it,

How the good days left

Trails behind

Kissing goodbye to it

When they both were into

The depth of the

Human World,

And now they are heading

Ahead following the trails,

Leaving all behind.

Fewer words shadowed more feelings,

Tell to no one, but keep it

A secret.

What if they try to

Ruin it again? What will they do then?

Fears surrounded

And being in one corner,

It cries a little, weeps a little, sobs a little.