She sat in the middle of the darkened bridge, rain rushing from the clouds to slide along her skin, tears blending in. The pale-faced moon shines against the tracks behind her, Houses running along the road beside her, bittersweet memories an changing times left to fade away on the sidewalk with the children's chalk and drawings.
Shoulders cracked under the weight of the world, they slump.
Broken arms and broken wings rest uselessly on the ground.
Sore bones, tired legs, Limp on the floor, Tired from always running for the door.
Love is dead, the light has faded from her eyes.
She laments for a love long lost.
She's no longer human
She's the sole embodiment of pain.
Crying and lonely, while she waits for the train.
