Withering away like the petals
of a flower,
is a broken girl.
She yearns for the half
that completes her;
A boy, to whom she once
meant the world.
Wonders she, why they
drifted apart.
Was she not good enough for him?
She tries to fix her aching heart,
but in vain;
It calls out with all its pieces
to the one who shattered it.
Staring at the stars at night,
she lets the tears fall.
Living without him, she decides,
is barely living at all.
Yet she waits;
Hope undying—
much unlike her soul—
For fate to return to her
what was hers.
With unconditional love
for someone she knows won't come back,
She withers away,
like the petals of a flower.
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Alone | Poetry
PoetrySometimes, you're the loneliest when you're in a room full people. Sometimes, you hurt the most when you can't feel. Loneliness kills.
