A/N
I own nothing,
but a rhyme or two.
I don't earn money,
I write for myself
and, dear reader,
You.
She enjoys listening to his voice,
even though the words can be bitter.
He certainly bears her no malice,
And yet he had hurt her.
Broken trust, he says,
A betrayal from her side.
He asks if she cares for him,
Does she want to die?
She should've stayed silent,
But the pride was too strong.
She replied, words equally sharp
In that moment did not sound wrong.
Now while she sits under the tree
Even stars look darker today,
Reflecting exactly how she feels.
She should've stayed.
Where was he now?
She hates when he hides his emotions.
Was he thinking of her
Or was he lost in his potions?
She raises her eyes into the stormy sky.
They said they'll have no secrets,
that there will be nothing to hide.
Perhaps it would've been better if she had lied.
