SHE IS THE MASTER OF HER FATE

One heartbeat later,
her eyes grew crimson,
stared at the fact she heard
breathed profound melancholy,
pushed her nails digging her skin
the pain shifted
touched hearts
Her spirit remained untouched
she is optimistic as air...
yet her heart remains choleric
the pensive awe she found
changed her phlegmatic..
She realised there is no fact
but interpretations.
time kept on its motion
and she is stolidly calm.
her tears soaked
yet she did not shout aloud
His smell surrounds her
his present breaks her into pieces
she is devastrated
and she is unbowed
she awaits for the white horse
makes wishes to stars
She is alone, but strong
She will find her prince some date..
SHE IS THE MASTER OF HER FATE....