(Just a thought)
She sat in the corner of the room,
asking where her happiness died.
The hunger of joy giving less hopes to life.
She cried to herself, all day long.
Nobody lent their ears,
adding injury to her fears.
Left alone and all alone,
she was paid a penny to her thoughts, at the drop of a hat.
Beating around the bush, changing pain into pleasure,
she felt honoured to be his last wish.
She stopped weeping over the split milk,
as her Prince charm costed an arm and a leg in a time of blink. 💋
© Yashica Priya