And Then She Was Gone

Wilted like a corpse silent from despair, she wanders quietly around and prayed for lives of pairs; lonely as it seems desperate by some means. she longed for eternal freedom and dreamed of no more things. inner thoughts of silent weeps, darkness of no heed; grasp for shelter she could bare and say she was not scared. she was lost in a world filled with no warmth wishing she could fly without any questions why. some creatures call her short and some says she is quite long but all of that began to change; when they found out she was gone. questions stirred and no one saw the fragility of a mind. she longed for an emotion with someone but that' was when....... she was gone. a spirit of a sort, one that is too short Something that can’t be belong but maybe then at the break of dawn she won't be here but gone.