Agony

 Crafted with beauty,

Yet so fragile.

She was the chosen among best.

Her waist remarking an hour glass,

Yet eyes poured with innocence.

His body and heart seemed brawny,

 Both in and out,

And eyes tempting for lust.

Admired for beauty,

Laughed for innocence, and  in the so called modernist hunch, 

scuffling for existence.

Admired for clubbiness and judged for being friend,

Trusted for love and marked impure for been

 haunted by lust,

She was  beautifully broken.

Painfully and most horribly possible,

She was beautifully broken. 

Punished for trusting,

And looked down for being emotionality drained,

She was beautifully broken.

The marks on her body makes an sketch now.

Sketch depicting her broken trust,

Yelling all never to  fall again.

The broken pieces have been heard of changing her,

And transforming her to a mean suffocating women,

She cries at nights yet is so rude in daylight,

Dreams of lives yet never wishes to live again.

Her trust however had broken immensely,

Never to be mend again.

With the outside crowd noises,

And the honed  minds of innocent actors, 

She has beautifully been broken.💔