Shayla
In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone,
Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone.
She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips,
"My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped."
Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace,
She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space.
For Charles, the one she loves, but he won't stay,
Outside her window, he's walking away.
She remembers the nights they shared, the laughter and the tears,
But now he's gone, and she's left with all her fears.
She yearns for his touch, his gentle, loving care,
But he's rejected her, and she's left to despair.
Her drawings, once a passion, now collect dust and decay,
A reminder of the happiness that's faded away.
She wonders why she's not enough, why he can't see,
The love she has for him, the love that's meant to be.
In her bedroom, Shayla weeps alone,
Her heart heavy with sorrow, her love unspoken.
She wishes she could turn back time, make him stay,
But he's gone, and she's left to face another day.
Copyright ©
Stepha Kaye
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