For Dead
She stands in place and stares
Into the arm embrace that is not there
Cold longing memories become air
Each breath brings tears
She stands in the middle of fears
Their voice is all she hears
The hypnotic sound does pierce
Her body quite clear
She trudges through broken laughter
The gloom soon follows after
It looks for her heart, but little did it know
It had already been captured
She looks to sky
Watches the clouds divide
The greeting of light does provide
A piece of mind
She ponders of forgiveness
For she will not forget
The one that stole her heart
And left her for Dead
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