Words of comfort are offered through voice of mind.
Alone. she waits, surrounded by shrouds of doubt and sorrow.
The once bright eyes, a now faded dull tint. life evasive.
Passive emotions are all to cling to in desperation.
Chiming of the clock signals 2 hours of morning.
Humility remains the sovereign of yet another day.
For love is all she wishes to behold.
A touch of affection, an embrace of desire. never hers.
Always waning, always faltering, a genuine smile.
Letting go, the hardest aspect of all.
Losing yet another shred of heart.
For soon she'll be devoid, longing for real happiness.
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