Wilted
The flowers in the garden have wilted
The rays of sun through my window have gone
The light at the end has disappeared
There's nothing left to shine upon
I stand behind this door and wait
The time just passes by
God is tired of hearing of my pain
Of listening to me cry
Here at the end of the end of the line
It's empty, lonely, and bare
The days are long and
lifeless
The nights are filled with despair
No more hope lingers in the air
No more love shows me through
No more will I misunderstand
The hurt that love can do.
~A Skribble by Amy, 2006
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