Her hurt was eating away at her soul. Bit by bit, she lost all the passion she had.



In the dark of the night, twirling her finger in her hair, she sat.
The kind of silence that deafened you, surrounded her.
She bit her lip while her pain devoured away at her chest, the sinking feeling too much to bear.
What she thought was her finest masterpiece, didn’t seem so perfect anymore. She felt trapped inside her own self.
Her feelings clouded her grief, raining more sorrow over her delicate lashes.
She knew she had to make it right, in order to see the twinkle in his eyes, she was willing to do anything that was asked.
So she prayed. Eyes shut, on her knees, head on the floor, she prayed.