And she sat there miserably, feeling sorrow for herself.
Her eyes burned as she tried to stop tears from invading her eyes.
Trying to swallow her pride.
Her heart cried the words that have been sealed for a while.
And her eyes held back the tears of disappointment; her hopes suffered climbing up that ladder. And within seconds they collapsed in a pile of catastrophe.
The cold winter froze the tears that tried to escape the pain.
She got up and carried her hopeless self like a queen as she walked down the sinful street.