Before she even knew it.

It happened..

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 hundredth 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.

.

It’s not that she didn't try..

not that she was weak…

it’s just that her deep cry,

was unanswered and bleak.

-Abee.A 

Oh and I drew this too> 

Published this earlier on my poetry blog.