Tragic Love

She walks with her feet dragging,

aching for the days when the memories were light,
but the hours she is spending
share no glimpse of being bright.
Her heart has been torn
one too many times,
for on her sleeve she had it worn;
she should've seen the signs.
The avoided gazes,
the darkening look,
the fake appraises,
her pure lips he took.
Instead he just stood there,
no apology in his eye.
Upon his mouth a snare
made her want to die.
Now she walks on
the legs that lead her,
as if she's a pawn,
in this tragic blur;
this devastating game 
of love.


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