Exhale

She collapses in on herself finally

Defeated

At last they have broken her

The proud woman

The strong woman

She has faltered

At last

They have ****** the love from her lungs

And she *exhales

The dust of brokenness escapes her lungs

She has withered now

And so the world

Will never know

How wonderful

How strong

Love can truly be.

And she watched

As each one of her dreams

Came c r a s h i n g
D
    O
        W
             N
Around her

And all she had left was the dust

Of a fallen star

She once wished upon.

From that day
To when I write this.

I wanted a lot more
Than what we had.

But now it's gone
Sadly, it's gone.

She sits at her window, waiting for him
Her window shut, the lights have dimmed
Waiting for her love at the edge of her sill
She waits for him quietly to come to her
Her hand rest below her chin
As she looked up to the moonlights greyscale skim
Sighing into the dead of night
Did her love forever forget her wait?
Alas he stalled to long
He sings his quiet serenade
The one his love will never hear
Oh that quiet serenade

Why is it when asked about love, our answers are never sweet?
Never stories of stolen kisses? Or intense and passionate heat?
No, our stories are always sorrowful, stories of such pain.
Complaints of the things we did, and warnings of 'never again'?

Yesterday,
Full of stars.

Today,
It is just Pitch black.

Life,
Is indeed unpredictable.

Do you know the feeling of fear...
            ...when you fear to lose all what you hold near
Do you know what it's like to be alone...
            ...on your knees crying in your home?