She's been looking,
through the closed window.
Wishing that the rain would end.
She felt so cold,
so frozen inside.

When she touched the fire,
she felt satisfied.
At least,
it gave her some heat,
that she never got.

Jane,
the charming
'Spring queen',
became the bitter
'Princess of twilight'.
Praying for some rays of hope,
for a shy smile among her stone-cold lips.

But,
then those demons came,
whispering from the depth
of the mind:
"Child, come on,
pour your soul outside.
NO one loves you,
they just creep behind,
when you feel secured.
Cut you from the inside,
and leave you numb and naked,
secretly raped".

Poor Janey,
she couldn't recall the name of love,
it never seemed to be an ally.
So,
she used to cut herself so very deep,
just to fill the void.

What she didn't know,
on that November stormy day,
is that god wept for her,
glassy tears of rain.
Sun won't shine,
spring won't bloom for her,
not this time...