She sits alone as the evening falls,
Lost in echoes, in empty halls.
Memories play in her silent gaze,
Of him, now blurred in a twilight haze.
Once he smiled, once he spoke,
Words that lit her heart, then broke.
He turned away, found another's hand,
Left her adrift on shifting sand.
Yet love, relentless, wouldn't fade,
A stubborn shadow that time couldn't trade.
She watched them laugh, watched them dance,
As if fate never gave her a chance.
Suitors came and went like wind,
Brief glances, but none would stay or mend.
"Too quiet," they'd murmur, "too far, too strange,"
And she'd smile, a mask she wouldn't change.
Alone she wandered through each year,
Holding love like a souvenir,
A keepsake carved from unspoken pain,
An ember beneath the pouring rain.
But still, her heart would softly beat,For dreams of him, bittersweet.And though he'd never know or see,Her love remained, wild and free.
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PoetryIn this book, you will find gothic and chilling poems, letters and stories that will make the hair on your arms stand up with so much fascination and horror. Everything written in this book is my own. And it is my first book of poems and among other...
