Broken,distant and alone, she craves for attention from every human below,
Waxing and waning, just to have someone look at her, all for a show.
Having a pull over the ocean, using the nature’s reality to hold,
Teasing and tantalising the ocean in the dream that only she could mould.
Wanting the attraction so desperately, the one we call love,
Beautiful she tries to be, riddled with scars is she, filling the void above.
So aesthetic that humans couldn’t take eyes off her; behoving,
Comparing their beloved with her, for she was unattainable; so very daunting.
Men tried hard to attain her, but only were able to touch her,
‘Cause her heart wants only the better half of it, not some commoner.
In her quest to find the love she wants, she rejects; creates a sheath,
She fails to see the fool who dies every night, just so she could breathe.