Flying Away || Poetry

Heartbroken

The smile is famous to the tear

That looks up to the happy omen

And the tear is famous to the cheek

That rolls down it in sad depression

Because she saw the boy she loved

With another girl's arm on his

Her arms was famous to his, briefly

Then she moved, and he moved on

The bed is famous to her depression

Because she lays there, defeated

Trying to let go of him

And she fails

Her arms was famous to his, briefly

There was a love, there was a sweetness

There was a promise of forever

The wedding bells almost rang

Then, in the blink of an eye,

All of it was gone.

Now the wedding bells ring

But for him and another girl

Smiles are on everybody's faces

Except for hers

For her, a gravestone marks

Her lack of joy

On her almost lover's happy day

For him, a baby blue sky

For her, a black void

Striking light

Pouring rain

Everybody to remember the beautiful ceremony

No memoir for the downcast soul

Heartbroken,

Sent to her grave

By the same boy

That almost carried her to their own wedding

No such thing as happily ever after

Not when you're betrayed by the same boy

Who almost was your family

Who almost loved you