She will rise again

She loved too deep, she lost her way,
In hopes he’d choose her one fine day.
He said “I love you,” sweet but sly,
Yet let her break, and watched her cry.

He spoke of vows with someone new,
While she was breaking — through and through.
Her heart kept bleeding, soft and slow,
But strength was growing deep below.

She begged, she cried, she lost control,
Poured out her heart, and drained her soul.
But pain became her guiding flame,
And now she’ll never be the same.

No more tears for love untrue,
She’s done with “sorry” and “miss you.”
He’ll see her shine, he’ll see her glow,
And realize what he let go.

For love’s not blind, it’s brave and real —
It’s peace, it’s power, it’s how you heal.
She’s not his shadow, not his pain —
She’s her own light —
and she’ll rise again. 🌙