She walked along an empty street.
The darkness of night blanketing her soul.
Left destitute and depleted.
Once full of life.
A heart that beat strong
With passionate love,
Was now barren.
Exhausted, from the existence
Of a tragic romance.
She bestowed every depth of her being.
Extending her hand-
Finding an unanswered reply.
Her love overflowed,
Into a vacant wasteland of idle words.
Foolishness, Foolishness
She cries, to give herself away,
To an idle n’ inexpressible rendezvous.
Intimacy proved, Fruitless, Temporary, Forgotten…
After the door shut behind him.
So, her heart bleeds
With every abandoned step.
Mixing with the tears
Of unrequited Love.
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