Met a girl in the slums,

Lying Numb,

On the floor,

Heart with a hole,

An escaping soul,

A Friend she finds,

A friend who is alike,

Destroyed, Forsaken, Disliked,

Depressed, Mistaken, Despised

They promise each other,

To be on each other’s Side,

Its a exchange of souls,

An exchange between a twisted teen and an enchantress void,

He will give her life,

And in return Life he shall receive,

Friends!

Friends they shall be,

Try to live in this miserable world happily,

He tries But he cant stop her from the bleeding inside,

Her soul is slipping away,

He tries to fill that hole,

Try to stop that body-abandoning soul,

He hugs her,

Blood wets his dress,

She says Hold me Tight,

And Promise me You are never gonna let me out of sight,

He tells her With all his strength he Shall try,

Cause in her happiness,

His happiness lies,

Because she is a friend,

A Special friend who gave him life,

A friend who was there when he needed someone by his side,

A friend who trusted him,

A friend who liked,

His Company, His Passions,

His Poetry, His Conversations,

Listening all this she sighs,

Bleeding stops,

She looks at him in the eyes,

And Smiles,

A lovely angelic smile,

He promises her that soon she will find someone,

Who will see past her flesh,

And see the inner beauty,

Someone who would know what a Diamond is,

Someone who will wake the sleeping beauty with a kiss,

She just has to wait a little while,

He wants her to start enjoying her life.

Cause in her happiness,

His happiness lies….

© Jibran Manzoor – 2011