Once Loved, Now Broken

Happiness and joy filled my days. His gorgeous blue eyes could melt me into warm puddles. We would laugh. Those arms, his strong arms could lift me up so high, I was flying. Twirling me around and around until we were dizzy, he'd smile so bright. When I fell he'd catch me, I felt safe. Sailing across the floor, we would dance. He'd spin me and hold me tightly. As we danced, he sang... his voice was so soft and clear. Oh and the roses, he always gave me roses. The best roses of all, the brightest and largest roses, and they smelled so sweet. The most wonderful moment, though, was the kiss. How extraordinary it was, yet so indescribable.

Now emptiness takes my days. His once gorgeous eyes are clouded with anger, they drift past me. Now I cry. His strong arms are wrapped around someone else, twirling her. When I fall, I hit the cold, hard ground as the pain spreads from my heart. My feet ache, ache to dance, leaving me lying crumpled on the tough wooden floor. His voice is bitter and sour no longer containing its beautiful tone. Roses once large and full of beauty are wilted and dead. The dry petals lay on the floor beside me. That kiss, it was so ever long ago, left leaving my lips chapped and cracked. I'm just a sickly figure. I'm broken, empty and in complete utter loneliness...