Moonlight shinning on the still water.
She lay beside the lack, with searing ain growing hotter.
Blood turned silver in the moonlight.
Now she must sleep, no longer can she fight.
A calm breeze blows on her skin.
It blows like a whisper from with in.
She struggles to lift her eyelids, she feels soon she will expire.
But the wind had other plans, strength from a soul the wind required.
It continued to whisper thoughts into her head.
Long lost memories she soon was fed.
After awhile her eyes began to open, she has been awaken.
The wound on her wrist was nothing more than a scar now, she began to feel shaken.
Eyes filled with wonder, she looks around.
Nothing but falling leaves and the wind were to be found.
The ground was still soaked with blood from her wrist.
So much confusion, her concerns were too much to list.
Why was she by the lake so late at night?
Why did the blood on the ground send her into a fright?
But then she saw a shadow far off in the moonlight.
She saw someone that made her feel alright.
His angry, cold brown eyes were staring.
But suddenly they started to look caring.
Is it possible that's really him?
Logically, that notion seemed very grim.
NOW she began to remember, the memories came flooding back
He turned her away and broke her heart, love for her he said he lacked.
She wanted to die because she couldn't have him.
Her faith in love was already on the brim.
The shadow disappeared, never to be see again.
But at least now she knew, that it never mattered to not have him.
Life goes on, even if you lose.
Even if it is not what you choose.
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