In those dark disappointing days,
Lucy lived a lonely life,
She bled badly after being broken by her boyfriend,
Her delicate heart became heartless with no feelings anymore,
And finally she became a warrior winning all wars she fought within her heartless heart.
Like a withered rose no longer needing water
She was dry inside.
Neither those small sunken soothing eyes,
Nor that big now bold blameless eyes bled.
Looking like a ripe lemon, she had become used to pain,
She no longer need a man around her,
A man had been born in her.