Willow

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Her eyes,

Makeup smudged,

From years of crying.

Her heart,

Frozen in its ways,

Frozen from waiting.

Her feet,

Tired and bloody,

From walking the same path.

time and time again...

She's always crying,

Always waiting.

Her dreams of finding him,

{of finding him}

Flutter aimlessly among the dust,

Laughing in the false, shallow light.

time and time again...

She prays,

Each night,

Beneath the sneering stars,

That all the hearts broken by her hand

Heal,

Forget,

Never remember her,

And all the souls she's taken.

time and time again...

She knows he's out there,

She knows he's perfect,

She knows he's all that she'll never be.

Her name is Willow

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