A poem a friend wrote

[theenchantris]

him

tears fall upon silken skin,
from eyes now red from crying.
she lay awake,
thinking,thinking about him.

thinking of how,
he would never be hers.
fate was often cruel,
so very cruel to her.
what reason,
had it to stop?

smooth brunette locks cascade.
dark auburn oculars stare lifelessly,
at the ceiling,
crying,
crying for him.

crying for his love,
which she could never,
never have.
fate seemed to loathe her.
why should some thing,
with so much power,
hate her?

pale olive limbs lay limply,
on silken bed unmarried.
she prayed internally,
wishing,
wishing for him.

wishing to have,
his arms wrapped 'round her,
but fate never gave her,
what she longed for.
why on earth,
should it now?

Aubrey Nguyen

I don't know why I put this in here, but it made me cry so it just seamed like a good idea.