A Shade Of Pen

She stood there endlessly, waiting for long
She knew that something was wrong
Her silly heart cried a little too hard
Slowly slipped down her guard
She fell with a loud thud
The earth shook
And even then
Something did move
The end isn’t really the end
Something is always ready to begin
The broken bleeding heart too learns to live
And one day, the endless cycle will yet again repeat

the cycle
Footnote: I don’t even know if it is a form of poetry.. I just like to write like this.. where there is death of hope until you reach down to…

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