LONE

Everyone knew what she was called
But nobody anywhere knew her name ,
She can’t be lost, cause no one ,
is looking for her,
And even if they were
How could they call her
Yet her name is not claimed
In a place where
The girl who waited to be loved-
Hate and passion were portion
Crys and shames erupt
Into her separate parts
To make it easy for her chewing laughter to swallow her all way