Withers

She withers by the bay
Singing her song
Longing for the will to long
The wind carries her lullabies
And tears of sorrow that she cries
He came slithering like a snake
Thinking her heart was his to take
Her eyes are now a cloudy gray
She longs for a day to runaway
All he does is torture and haunt
Her fragile heart which is gaunt
At night she listens to the rain
Trying to forget all the pain
Her dreams and hopes broken and shattered
As if her happiness never mattered
He says he is sorry and never again
He says she is his cyclamen
She smiles and wipes the tears away
Unknowing she is now his prey
The night whispers run
The day whispers stay
If you know where to look
She withers by the bay