Incomplete.
(Ripped from seasonofmyheart.tumblr.com)
She passes the city,
wandering down each dark, forgotten street.
Not a lamp in sight is lighted.
In front of her, darkness breathe.
She stops. She blinks.
The sounds of love coming closer to her.
The sounds of love coming closer to her.
Getting louder and louder.
Her heart thumps faster.
She peers closer,
and sees souls in pairs.
Hand in hand,
Taking in the joy of loving once again.
The sounds of laughters,
Send a chill down her spine,
Send an ache down her heart.
The world is red, but she is green.
The silence in her is getting louder,
on the verge of exploding.
Silhouettes drift from wall to wall.
But they are not stopping for her.
She inhales the toxic.
She is wavering.
Can somebody teach her
how to love with her heart
and not her mind?
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