The black of mascara
creates a stark contrast
among a beautiful, perfect face,
while her heart is devoid
yet consumed within.
She sits in a dark lone corner
gently sobbing with feeble fingers
folding over ashen lips,
where no light can reach her
no touch can near her
and wan lips whispering silently
into the echoing of empty long halls,

*"I only wished to have someone love me..
as much as I loved him..."