Her eyes have became nothing more than vacant holes from where she's cried...over him. It's 4 am and she still hasn't found her place yet. Everything that she knew and was familiar with included him. Now he's gone and she's left slipping on the tears she's cried. She's lost all hope. She reminds me of a beautiful angel, but she has a broken wing. Eventually time will heal her and she'll move on. She'll be alright in the end. She will reclaim her faith in love and in herself. Until then she'll live day by day and cry herself to sleep.
------kas
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