She woke up from a dream,
The clock read 5 am .
Tears welling and twinkling at her eye's brim,
Therefore ; She tried to construct a dam.
She lay there tangled in those sheets,
Sheets still soaked in his fragrance.
Her trembling lips were as red as crushed beets,
Every inch of her pain doubled up with his remembrance.
Her bones felt heavy ; her heart brittle,
She couldn't move from her bed, neither did she try.
Falling for him was like falling in a bed of nettles,
She pulled her pillow closer and wiped her eyes dry.
She hugged it as tight as she could,
Hoping that it'd occupy the enormous cavity in her chest.
She wondered if it'll last till she's immured,
To find her lost self was her new quest.
She told herself it's no good to weep,
And forced herself back to sleep.
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