She sits under the weeping willow,
it’s tears surrounding her in sorrow
She wanted to preserve her heart,
keep it from the pain of loosing another
For now all she can do is just breathe
Her eyes scan the open meadow,
it was secluded, no one to comfort her
She wishes to be happy,
have some kind of deliverance from her broken heart
But for now all she can do is just breathe
Must she sustain this misery?
Can her heart be plentiful again?
Will she find another love?
She slumps to the cold damp earth
There were no tears left,
they had dried up like a summer drought
She tries to just breathe
Suddenly she feels another presence
She looks through sadden eyes,
wondering if her prayers have been answered
In the distance she sees something,
is it him or an illusion?
She waits as the figure gets closer
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