(Written approximately 4-5 years ago?)
By Amy Alls
The sun did rise the third day
Yet there came no reply
She waited still with bated breath
And not one teary eye
She knew his promise would be fulfilled
His words would make their way
Across the space and time once lost
An echo of yesterday
Never did she doubt his oath
Or question his intention
She held fast still, tho’ time ticked on
Foreshadowing rejection
The silence beat upon her heart
A bloody rhapsody
Deafening her with blasts of doubt
A mournful symphony
Her heart, it did not shatter once
Though many thoughts had tried
To carry her away to darkness
And challenge her fragile pride
The sun may rise thrice more before
She hears his words again
Yet, still she’ll wait with bated breath
‘Til the day she meets her end
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