Her Senses



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. :)