She sits at the computer, her hands idle on the keyboard
Her stare is blank, glass of wine gathers droplets of condensation
Many thoughts flood her mind, just waiting to soar
She has writers block, her idle hands are indication
A tear begins to fall from her eye and down her cheek
She remembers a painful memory
As if a flood gate had opened and is allowing her mind to speak
She exposes the thought tenderly
A love so old, yet so young
A long lost heart, lost trust
But there was nothing left, the song was sung
There's nothing but to move on, she must
Suddenly, she looks at her computer
Her story has been written
Her story has been written, thanks to an intruder
He intruded on her heart and pretended to be smitten
Alas, she can now sleep
The painful memory has gone
Now a new love, she can keep
Now loving someone else won't feel wrong.
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