Huddled in a corner mourning her love.

Unable to live – unable to die.

Trying to forget, she sends prayers up above.

With her heart shattered she sat down and cry.

We see this almost everyday.

We cry, we comfort, we encourage.

But still our own sisters are betrayed.

The pain is too much; we get the message.

Then tell me why do we still mope over one guy?

Truly I tell you; that is our one biggest flaw.

One more heartbreak, one more goodbye.

I came, I cared, I nursed, I saw.

Then we say I will never do that again.

A new start , a new day – a new man.

A/N: Please compare this to my other Sonnet 'Builmia' and tell me which one you think is better. Thank YOU!