Still, motionless, barely alive,
She layed in the cold waiting to die.
The pain in her heart,
Was tearing her apart.
She wanted him back,
Her world was black.
Though her body was numb,
Relief for her heart did not come.
On the forest floor she layed,
As she slipped away.
Thoughts of him filled her mind,
True love, again she would never find.
Copyright © Emily Schaffer