He used to light her up,
Watch her dance beautifully,
On a pedestal in his eyes.
But then he left her ,hanging.
All alone in the dark,
and waited for her chains to break;
She dint know his love was rusting,
Just as she was;
Her arms ached
outstretched for far too long,
Wrapped around a lover ,who sings her a song.
Her spark lighter, his love for another
both grew together.
The end came too soon for her to realise,
She could have been more wise.
When want was fed and need, not!
In the end, he danced under her,
Alas! She was just a glass chandelier.