Thunderstorms hit and washed away,

The blissful sand castles of her life.

Yet again they scattered today..

and left her once again to strive.

.

For that warmth and trust,

A deep lasting companionship,

As bubbles of laughter burst,

in the ever sweet courtship.

.

But ache had outgrown itself

and hopes were left ashen..

on dried pages on her shelf,

With memories all blackened.

.

Till nothing really remained,

Just the fallen twigs of life,

On a ground so cracked and plain..

with nothing to willingly thrive.

.

As her lips sealed,She mimed.

 The same old weary tale,

For yet the hundreth time,

in a hollow painful wail.

.

Because now she may not hope..

Or believe or even dream.

For she failed to catch the rope,

Of happiness it seems.

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It’s not that she didnt try..

not that she was weak…

it’s just that her deep cry,

was unanswered and bleak.