Not Much Left

There's really not much left that she can do.
Her love betrayed, she spent her days
within a gloomy trance. Where once they
danced, the magic couldn't move her anymore.
He broke her heart. Mysterious, the way
the body follows all we feel.

Years ago, he'd promised her
forever and a day. It wasn't long
before he went away. No reasoning,
nor even a goodbye. He simply ran
away within a sigh.

Slow but sure, his lack of love
was killing all she was. And now,
there's really not much left to do.
Because, you see, he broke her heart -
for real...

? Michaelette ?

12/01/2002
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