Her Last Shot

by Werewolf   Jun 19, 2006


She holds her breath and waits for him.
He turns his back and dozen’t show.
She waits to tell, that she loves him.
She feels her heart sink low.
Pain and need rushes through her mind.
Is this the end of the line?
Her love for him, she can’t find.
She is nothing but fine.
Her mind is mind is strong,
but her heart is not.
She has waited this long.
And now it’s gone her one and only shot.

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