I wonder how a woman feels;
When she lets someone touch her bare body!
The fault in the stars doesn’t matter before her trust I guess.
The faith she puts in that touch;
Oh God. Only “She” would know and feel it.
I wonder how a woman with a character feel;
When the fault in the stars appear.
And, the faith becomes a comet!
In a society,
Where screaming is not allowed;
And, the game of judgement always on cards;
I wouldn’t even dare to imagine how;
She lets herself take it all and move forward.
On whom would she scream when;
The hands she held weren’t there to wipe her tears?
What would she cover herself with;
When there isn’t a feeling to feel?
Whom would she complain about;
This unfairness of life?
Belief system would disappear and no wonder why;
She never lets her emotions erupt thereafter.
Independent she might;
But beneath, it’s not her body to be touched (again);
It should be a character that respects;
And kisses her whispering, “You’re beautiful”.
