18 August 2012
Even love true can't be forever, Follow her, hers was severed,
She was just a young woman, Being followed by someone,
She didn't really have to fall, Yet she was slumped by a wall,
Her funeral was filed days ago, Her body set on the front row,
The day came fast and it began, Heartbroken was her man,
Her mother was just a lady, Sobbing as she buried her baby,
Like cloth they're woven together, Her poor father never met her,
But now it is all disappearing, Seems she'll never be appearing.
Woven • Opuss № I