She waited for him,
With bottomless eyes,
Pale skin,
Which lost its lusture
Years back
She held on
To the grills of the windows
Staring at the sky
Searching for him
Forgetting the pain
From the cuts of her arm
Which cannot be
Compared to the
Cuts in her heart
She wandered,
Day and night
Until the bruises from him
Started to fade
And the memories with him
Betrayed her,
Starved herself
Wanting to die
Thinking that she would
Meet him one day
Again.
-f.f.f
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