As the tears swell in her eyes,
She knows what happened.
She was left alone in the dark, cold world,
He said he would be there.
But in the end he wasn't.
And in the end it all comes down to,
within her boots she's shaking.
He left her alone,
When what she needed most was him.
She kept her hope,
'One day he'll be here.'
But as the days wore on,
And he didn't show,
all was left was a shell.
A shell of who she had been,
As that small inocent girl.
Now she had out grown that shell,
needed to move on.
What was left was a new girl.
Who had no hope, she gave up on that.
And with that hope, she had given up on him.
When everything was done and lost,
She had lost him.
And we have lost her.
+scary sort of thing love is.
+aw. its aladdin.
man-quack
that poem is crap
sherockachild22
and your an expert?