She

She wants to listen on how angels sing with you. But you denied her.
She wants a walk, but you don’t want to go with her.
She wants to know more about you, but you don’t want to talk.
She wants to hold you, but you keep on pushing her away.
She wants you, but you wanted someone else.
And now that she’s gone, all she wants are peace and serenity.

I don’t know what will I do if I’ll be the one in a thimble like that. But I know that she’s strong enough to cope up. She’ll learn how to listen to angels and know how they sing, she’ll know how to walk alone, to stop thinking about you and stop wanting to hold you. Someday, she’ll get tired of you. Too.