Poetry

She lies so still and breathless; waiting
For she knows it is going to come to an end
Why must it be this way and so restless
When they were so much more than friends
It hurts like a burn; yet it is healing
Knowing that life must go on
Feeling like a little girl that is growing
One more day into dawn.....
So, she is getting her wings and is flying
Is waiting for blue skies to soar
Is ready to move on to another
For she can take this no more