She
watched from afar as the day was ending
Her
soul still searching for the impossible
Her
mind still thinking of the impossible
Her
heart aching for the impossible
She watched from afar, the dying horizon
With
hopes to find what she was looking for
A
thing of beauty, she was always promised
Unique,
overwhelming and graceful as she was told
She watched from afar the blinding sun
Wishing
that its light would burn her eyes
Wishing
for the light to burn her skin
Wishing
to the light to burn her dreams
An empty promise, an empty wish
An
empty tomorrow and an empty will
She watched from afar, the fall of the night
Praying
to the moon for its warming light
Praying
to the moon for its cursing light
Praying
to the moon for its dying might
She wanted to be set free from the burning pain in her chest
But
she only had her eyes to cry
And
her mouth to scream
And
her heart to break
And
her mind to shatter
And
her will to fix her up
To
start all over again
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