Alone..
It seems like a good choice of word
More alone than a bird...
without wind, and the breeze to carry it.
So alone, life throws her into a fit.
Cursing and crying and waiting.
Waiting for her chance to have someone.
So alone, so empty, and coming undone.
Deep breaths, in....out.
Her heart is a desert experiencing a drought.
Her eyes cry and her veins flow red.
Sweet, beautiful red.
To beautiful to keep inside,
to wonderful to hide.
Alas...she is still alone.
No concern is shown.
Poor little girl, to fake a smile.
The death of her will be worthwhile.
for now, goodbye.
My dear, it is only fair to cry.