Crumpled bed sheet.. Can’t tell you,
what did happen the last night.
The body tossed and turned alone,
or was it a dream come true for a bride?
Scattered glass pieces all over the floor,
Curtains are not sure whether to show or hide.
But the soothing music still plays on,
was it a moment of her pleasure or his pride?
Quietly and slowly she left the bedroom alone,
as he had to catch up early morning flight.
And the question is rinsed along with bed sheet,
Was it the first or the blood of every night?