Once Again

She stood, once  again,

Alone.

Somehow it always ended like this.

Alone.

She felt the tears stream down her face.

There was nothing she could do now.

It was over,

Finnished.

He was gone and she was left

Completely alone.

She loved him.

She thought he loved her.

But, maybe, she thought,

She was wrong.

Reviews

[Sam Stephens]

Lovely... Beautifully portrayed.

[Rose of Gondor]

Yay! Another wonderful update *beams*. I think your style is kind of like mine because your poems don't neccessarily(sp?) rhyme! I loved the depression in this poem........ loved the last three lines: 'she though he loved her. But, maybe, she thought, she was wrong" Beautiful. Beautiful. You've made me laugh and cry yet again. :)