Elyse

Her windows clapped again tonight,
Like every other day her sacrifice is rejected;
The gods turned deaf ears again,
The full moon won't be rising anytime soon again.

She's going to be with the needle tonight again,
To stitch the broken veins and tissues;
You'll find her in front of her mirror again tonight,
To check if her appearance caused her lover's disappearance.

The cruelty of Love has made a widow once again;
Not to the death of her Lover,
But to the burial of another built Love;
Not to the loss of her man,
But to the futile effort trying to be loved back.

theBARDboy
Jahismine