The clouds are an eerie shade of purple
Blue skies are too rare during this season
Naming the people who deeply hurt her
She's unable to admit the reason
Why love had to be so brutal at times
The fantasy she believed has vanished
Her mind now a graveyard of goodbye lines
Any hope for his friendship has tarnished
Angst filled music softly plays on repeat
Her stomach tightens at the husky sound
In twenty four hours she'll face her defeat
His voice, his laughter no longer around
Will she have the strength needed to defy
His firm, final words; her desire to cry?
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