Told that she was unwanted,
her happiness popped
and popped
until there was no more
All she was left with
was the emptiness
that clung onto her
refusing to leave.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
Her hopes were like bubbles
Prancing around
Right before her eyes
Optimistically floating
Into her hands.
But just as she tried to grab onto them
pop
They burst into the reality she lived in
And was left alone
With nothing
But the residue
Of the hope she once had
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC