Pretty as a picture
Their life seems so rosy
To the world outside
They seem to be living warm and cozy.
For the music at their parties
Drowns out the screams
Their smiles are so perfect and dazzling
No one seems to guess
The reality so very troubling.
For they play the perfect couple
Of martial life, beautiful without a ripple.
But the storm underneath they manage to conceal
Their tired, swollen eyes, they give away how they really feel.
The scars on their body
Well hidden my seams
The scars on their heart
Well what of them?
For they follow the whims of their heart,
They had promised to stick together
Till death do them apart.
(C) Sneha Pathak