That love which once made me feel comely like a petal.
Is now the same love , bruising me with its thorns.

When love is alone
   it feels like a...

When love is alone
   it looks like a...

When love is alone
   it sounds like a...

When love is alone
   it pursues.

Branches grow in all the directions
people wouldn’t dare to.

there are tears stinging her eyelid,
so many emotions are whirling round and round,
and her heart clenches as she looks ahead.

but when she looks into her future,
she sees nothing,
and she wonders.

for if she deserves one,
as someone so silent,
who cannot seem to find her voice.

and she ponders,
if she has the will power to influence,
or whether she will fall apart.