Yes, she was alone;
No companion.
She's blue and broken.
Doors can't be open.
She cannot be fixed.
Joy is what she missed
She was left wounded
And was forgotten.
Also, She was lost
Hoping, too, is lost.
She kept longed for glee,
But where could it be?
When will she be loved?
Reach the goal above?
Soar high like a dove?
Will she freely live?
Weeping in one side,
Thought of suicide,
She tried to be strong
But failed and went wrong.
-pcm
