Her Very Own

She came here for one dance with you. And when she thought of life, she thought of that long lonely road with beauty's favorite trees. Her season gave birth to the wind, and the sun created those colors that dazzled down upon her. She was a tragedy from the very beginning. And all her flaws made her easy to let go. But she loved you, and when she couldn't take it anymore she fell. She stepped all over herself to get her fix of you, because any little bit was better than nothing. And when her eyes perceived the darkness in all the light, her heart broke yet again. Yes, she was her very own tragedy. But her heart must have been the strongest I'd ever felt. Because after every break, came another.