She's delicately draped in conversions of sorrow
Hindered with dreary intervals of ever lasting insomnia(?)
Wilted with the black roses fallen petals
In the crisp snows white
Beauty is so precious and unique
So binding and unkempt
She catches herself before she falls again
With tears held in her shaking hands
Questions if she can again withstand a bruised heart
Marked herself as if bleeding already
Tiny promises that pain is her only hidden friend
Watch how his words affect
Ever wrong they are, there's no difference between the two
Weighing on a scale
Pain to his words
It's like ice to this heart
Watching as the flowers
They all do fall ever graceful to the floor
And shameful sighs no one hears
How can it be
Tell me please
How can it be
-love is still alive
©shannonmarie
