there was a girl....
who walked down the lane....
of regrets, remorse and shame....
bending down in frown....
picking up a dried maple....
faded, unwanted....
all it want is to be wanted....
at least that was what she wanted....
all along....all alone....
but what does she know?
what does she want?
to grab hold of something that had long been gone?
like the wind....every stroke....she broke....
there is no second chance....
at least that was what it looked like....
no second chance....
as she walked down the aisle with lament....
hopeless....
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