A romantic nature of loving the world is seen deep within her
eyes.
An unhidden sparkle shines all the time and cannot be denied.
But there came a day when the sun didn't shine,
And the sparkle was there no more.
A lost hurt soul was pushed aside and forgotten like old lore
A crushed romantic to die alone with her broken heart.
A lover left alone to die.
Written: 1992
©angela metcalf 1992
Email: 2wrongs@misguidedpen.com
page created by: Angela (LadySnake)
©angela metcalf 1992