Restart

She's alone in a shed,

Drinking tea to calm her head,

Love seems preposterous to her,

This rain makes no sense,

Patience seems meaningless,

Everything is apart,

Should she end it for good?

Or push that button called restart.

Does being alone makes us wise?

Even when your this cries?

Isn’t it pointless to put so much effort?

Till that tear on her cheek dries?

And every hope she has, haplessly dies?

Nothing is left,

And she's alone with a filled heart,

Should she end it for good?

Or push that button called restart