In the city’s hum, where secrets lie, Four girls beneath a fractured sky. Each carried a story, untold, concealed, And in their silence, their truths revealed.

The HR girl, from a family tight, Bound by a cult, yet seeking light. Her heart was kind, but locked away, Torn between love and the price to pay.

The communications girl, with a voice so clear, But behind her smile, there lingered fear. Her trust was fragile, her family torn, She sought solace, but felt forlorn.

The accountant, driven by need and fate, Longed for affection, a love to relate. Her life was neat, her ledger precise, But love, she craved, at any price.

The lawyer, sharp with a mind so bright, But her father’s shadows dimmed her light. She built her walls, both tall and strong, Yet still, she searched for where she belonged.

Four lives, four paths, complex and true, Each seeking to break through and renew. In the silence of night, their hearts would roam, Searching for love, but never quite home.

These girls, so beautiful, so bold, Were more than the stories that time had told. They were human, with dreams of their own, In a dance with life, yet always alone.

They were never mine to fix or claim, Only to hold in a fleeting flame. They fled the nest, searching with ease, Chasing more, hoping to please.

In the end, they were passing dreams, Chasing the moon, or so it seems. Yet each left a mark on me, In a world where love is never free.