She walked away with pain in her heart.
With every edge, the knife was sharp.
All down her body was painful Mark's.
Now alone and torn apart.
She cries in despair,
Realizing that life ain't fair.
Why do you hold out your hands with care?
When everyone around you, had stared.
Now take back all that you have said.
Before I show up, feeling dead.
I counted on your friendship in the end.
But what you showed me, I couldn't mend.
Now time has us waiting for more.
Longing, for all galore.
Concealing the fate, at heavens gate.
Never understanding, the long hauled wait.
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