Her weary eyes

Tell me tales, of

Laughter and mourning

The tears that dried

Revealed,

She was indeed, drowning

Those lips

That once donned a smile

Hiding behind the wisps

Now carry a frown

She had no disguise

Whatever was left behind

Came back to her

And she held on tight

Queen was she

Of lonliness

Guilt, her crown

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