She’s gone, her story’s come to an end,
No more pain, no more struggle to transcend.
In the end, she couldn’t take the weight,
Of her broken heart, her lonely fate.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
end.
She’s gone, her story’s come to an end,
No more pain, no more struggle to transcend.
In the end, she couldn’t take the weight,
Of her broken heart, her lonely fate.
