To those quiet sniffs,
She's about to break
And yet she held herself together.
Those empty glasses
That she tried to fill up
And yet it's still empty like her heart.
That ivy that crept to her heart,
Slowly leeching the passion inside
And yet she didn't fight.
Those need to love,
Since nobody besides her
All she can do is let it slip from her hand.
And all her senses go numb.
A/N: It's been awhile since I write something. I'm not sure if I'm still good. Anyway, I hope you like it! Any criticism is welcome. :)