"A Dying Love"
Its been a week of painful sorrow. She held her chest as she gasped for air. Her heart was choking, she thought as she let out a stream of cries and screams. "I can't breathe!", she said, then hoped that god would take her soon to spare her the grief.Tears rolled down uncontrollably and then whispered under her breath, "Why did he leave me?"........ "What did I do wrong?"
She only thought she gave him everything , her heart, her body and soul.
She cried some more as she put her hand across her breast and felt it swell up once again.
If only she could take it back. The wrong words she choose to reveal her suffering. "I only wanted to make him happy. What's so wrong with that?" She asked.
She stopped to think, "Is it another woman?" Her blood sped through her veins like volcanic magma, as hot as the sun. Then she gritted her teeth as tears started to pour out and down her face.
When the moon came up, at times she'd wake up crying and at times she'd scream out his name.
Devestated she realized he may never come back to stay. Never hear him say those words that made her feel happy and so special.
"I wish I had more time." She said to herself. To give him back what he gave her. All the hope of finding happiness within each other which she thought existed in this world.
With Dying Love, she now sat there. All alone, with pain that is so unconsolabel.
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