The girl

Her glasses stuck upon the window glass
Sitting on the window
Hairs unwind
She had blown off all the lamps
And was waiting for him
With a rose in her hands

To all astonishment
The rose never dried
The girl however knew
He won't return as he has had enough of the cry
When she had the time
She held it like sands
Now all that is left
Is a rose in her hands

The time does flies
She thinks & glee
Look towards the birds flying
And believes so will she
She also marked to keep her feet
All through the flight, rooted to ground
And that the rose forever remains into her hands