Into The Night
Into the night, she often did weep
She cried and cried, without any sleep
Clutching her heart and not feeling a beat
Made her wonder, was she in too deep?
Her breath as transparent as his promises
And her eyes still trying to adjust, not yet cognizant
To the mess that she was left with on that day
While she watched him yell and walk away
As she danced in her mind, picking flowers that grew
She couldn’t find her heart; broken in two
If she is hollow and her heart isn’t beating
Then what makes her feel her pain repeating?
She cared so endlessly; and she fell so deep
Sadly, this only happened while she was asleep
If a flower only blossomed to meet it’s demise
Then what does that make her in his eyes?
