Her head bent down, a hole in her chest
unfulfilled by love that doesn't exist
her search seems to have no meaning
wanting so deeply to be hugged
to survive

She is flushed, eyes wet
teardrops roll her face
saving every one to soak her skin
so that she can shed them once again
she cries

Her hair draped around her face
she feels undesirable
unwanted and losing her reality
longs to be part of the one she searches for
she waits

Looking in the mirror she disbelieves
as the pitch black of night covers her guiding light
her search is unworthy of being the one of his dreams
she feels it doesn't matter
she climbs

Still dreaming, even with doubt, or with meaning
was it truth or falsity
wanting the dream to be real
as it fades into the clouds
to die

With head bent down
dreams gone
words that don't last
teas dried up
lost

No One Knows Her Name


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