A/n: This poem ain't to good. It's sad. Oh well, R&R plz

Tired

She was tired of crying

Watching rain falling

Dripping down slowly

Mixing with tears

She was tired of waiting

Sitting and staring

Listening for footsteps

Soft like his

She was tired of thinking

Remembering his face

Handsome and smooth

Missing from her

She was tired of loving

Feeling of breaking

Sore and hurting

Longing for him