He could trace
despair in the gleam of her face
Her voice gave much
away
How she reaped pain
where she sowed to gain
Yet, she’ll say she
is okay
She sits silently
alone, trying to undo the known
Her sweet smile a
rainbow
Amid tears she
thought wouldn’t fall in years
It should have
snapped-cupid’s arrow
It takes vigor and
courage to walk off the stage
A story scripted to
match seven heavens
The inadequacy of
verses; garden filled with roses
How so! When earth is
filled with heathens
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