Broken Heart and a Cigarette Butt

She was there, gaping up above

Up above into the night sky.

With thousand thoughts,

Filled with agony and aghast,

There she sat, with a broken heart.

        Lonely as the stars, did she feel;

        Nudging her skin was the breezy chill.

        Riddled were her emotions as the moments’ passed,

        Her heart was empty, nothing more to steal.

Staring into the infinite, was a broken heart,

Felt the warmth of a cigarette butt.

As the night passed, died a young girl;

But only for a woman to take birth.


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