#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight
perhaps the promising morrow
could bring a bit
Yet, there was not even a drop
And her drops of tears were ceaseless every season
love looked like; it's painted with hashtags of hopelessness
Broken pieces and spills
Nothing to wonder about
At every first glance, you'll see it's
a...