False Hopeful Romantic
The tattered romance novel placed there
resting high upon her shelf,collects the dust
which furthers torment to herself.
Her curiosity and intrigue formed his aura.
Clouded visions filled with fauna and with flora.
One eye upon the glass of water.
One upon the skies above
Proclaims, "It's full !
Half air, half water,
all with love."
Her wishes and desires were kept at bay.
She tells herself to keep on loving anyway.
She could not stop what never was and did not start.
She stitched in hems where all the seams
were ripped apart.
Her pining wrought the irons,
could not bring down her shelf.
Her love,for sake of love
and not for sake of self.
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