Inside a world of chaos

She sat on the stairs.

Searching through the memories,

She tried to make pairs.


Happy? Sad?

Or was it both all at once?

Like a heist,

They swept her off her path and for the life of her-

She couldn't make a pair.


So majestic,was this emotion they called "love".

Never did she think she'd be one to speak of it,

But there she sat on the stairs,

Dangling her ever spinning head.


Giving up hope,

Or maybe just setting his memory free-

These 2 lonely steps of stairs,

Was all she could see. 


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