Lovely Compostitions

She sat there,
Right there,
For this was her room,
She locked herself in her room,
In fear of exactly what had happened,
At that point the one thing that kept her hanging on,
Was that lovely composition of songs he made,
For her,
She loved them,
She felt the songs understood her,
She detached and listened,
And she did so everyday,
But one day something was different, wrong,
The notes lost their ring and became flat,
The words lost their meanings and became lies,
She panicked and checked all of the other compositions,
It was all the same,
They were all the same,
She had lost hope,
Just as the songs lost importance,
She had lost trust,
Just as he lied to her.