So What is Left of Her


North Carolina
United States

He stared

into her beautiful eyes,

even as the tears

of slowly lost love fell.


But he did not care.

He knew what he wanted.

And he took it,

no remorse.


Blinded by

an aching desire,

he stole the only thing

she had to give him:


Her love.


So what is left of her...

A severed heart.

An aching body.

A waning soul.

A lost mind.


He gave her nothing.


He claimed to hold

a deep,



true love

for her.


A proclamation

brewed in lies.


But a liar

and a thief

cannot love.


And a soft,

helpless dove

cannot fall with grace

when you clip its wings.



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