Poem By Jazzy Davies

She sits, crying softly,
weeping for her lost innocence,
remembering the love they once shared.
Her heart now barren,
desolate in its captive wilderness.
Tears fall for the pain and grief,
selfishness brought upon herself,
missing his love, but turning him away.
Her destiny strewn with her mistakes,
pieces of broken dreams litter her path
dark disillusions shadow her brow
and peace seems so out of reach
so there she sits, with her hurt
waiting for the light once again.

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