Thoughts of him
run through her mind,
desperate for his love once more,
but it's impossible of turning back the clock,
to see his face walk through her door.
Holding onto this precious memory,
she bleeds endlessly with cries,
taking possession over her destiny,
she watches her soul as it dies.
Painful threads of sorrow,
as she stands in the middle of fear,
no purpose of tomorrow,
here she sheds her last tear.
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