Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems

Round and round

Round and round, smoke pulls me outside.
I search beneath the pillow—no diamond rings,
Just the pieces of my broken heart.

Round and round, pacing the corridor.
The trees hide no fairies, no rabbit holes,
Only endless whispers in the wind.

Round and round, it was never meant to last.
Behind his mask, those blue eyes ensorcelled me,
But they are always searching for someone else.

 Lilly, September 7, 2024