In those eyes,

Love, dead love,
Only that cold love...
Vicious and hissing,
Eating her alive,
Drowning her.

Young naive heart,
Only fourteen years.
Unrequited love,

It's the cause of her death.

To have your love thrown away,
Rotting.
Unanswered.
She suffered,
Too much for her young heart.
Each time she reminisces,
Dreams,

Yearns...
Outside she fakes her smiles,
Until her cheeks ache.

But under the pretense, she cries.
Until she bleeds,
Till there's a hole in her heart.

Yet no one notices.
Or cares.
Ultimately, she's dying alone.

Love made her this way.
Everyone else doesn't suffer the way she does.
Fair or not,
To her it's the same.

Maybe it's because she doesn't deserve him.
Especially since he looks like an angel.

Terrifying good looks,
Other-worldly charm.

Despair of hers rings out clearly,
I don't understand... but her words are gone,
Eaten by the wind.

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See if you can figure out this poem (:

Sorry, I had to get it out of me.

It's been stuck in my head all day!

Let me know if you figure it out :)

Bye.

Love♥
Zeal.



Make a wish, watch it blow away. Fading... into nothing.