Where is he?

Mon, 01/27/2014 - 11:12 -- pomaluv

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She crys at night to see his face.

As every memory appears a tear falls.

Her world is a dark bleak hole,

heart beating out of her chest.

She holds on to her last shred of hope.

Seconds pass like hours.

Minutes pass like days.

When will he come for her?

Her prayers ring out like bells.

Alone in the world, her hope fades.

Her heart shaders in to stars.

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