Did you look at her with the eyes of a lonely one?
She cried internally once or twice.
Strength oozed from her on a pseudo basis;
Indeed, she slept and awoke listening to the sounds.
In the end, the clock does not stop ticking;
And she does not stop thinking:
How different would it be?
If only HE understood.
The picture of the flower was too fine, I had to put it:D…besides it is an emotional poem:).
Enjoy this weekend.