English Poetry

She wanted…

The pages of this book keep on turning.
Her hands are cold, but her heart is burning.
She can hear a laughter somewhere far away.
She wanted him gone… he wanted to stay.

Days are passing like leaves on the tree
She feels trapped, even though she is free.
She can hear a cry, somewhere in the night.
She wanted to see… but there is no one in sight.

The air is cold and the wind is so scary.
Her hands are empty, with nothing to carry.
The sound is taking her to a deep sleep.
She wanted to smile… but she can only weep.

The present seems empty like a black hole.
She tried to stand but she can only fall.
Remembering the time of a memorable kiss.
She wanted to live… but she can only miss.

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