As she stands alone in the night,
Her tears flow with all their might,
Walking towards her balcony, with a heavy heart,
Her pain tearing her apart.
The brown-haired girl, with scars on her hand,
Looks at the plants, planted with love so grand,
And behind the Heliotrope, she hides,
Her heart shattered, her feelings in tides.
With trembling hands, she touches the bud,
A symbol of eternal love, yet so crud,
And wonders when her pain will end,
When will she find a real friend.
The night is dark, and everyone's asleep,
The girl's pain is buried deep,
But she looks up at the starry sky,
Asking God, "When will I fly?"
She's tired of feeling this way,
Wishing for a brighter day,
But for now, she'll stand there and wait,
For the pain to subside, for love to alleviate.
-ksscar7