A failed love, a first love...

My friend has suffered,
Suffered a heart ache,
Love is supposed to be sacred,
Yet her boyfriend thinks he's made a mistake...

She cries as she has never done before,
The strongest of the bunch has now landed on the floor.
She feels anguish, jealousy, rage, love
And a wish she wishes to be grant
As his ex slowly creeps back into his___

She begs the lord for strength,
But this is a first,
As it once was to kiss
And too flirt.

Heartache washes over her,
Like a tidal wave from out of the blue.
She wants it to be fixed, for it to be over,
But this cannot happen, this she knew.

Why? She cries to the heavens above
Why must I suffer from this disastrous love?
Why can't it be as it was a month before?
Why do I lie in a puddle of my own tears?
Why am I on the floor?

She told me everything,
From the things in the theatre
To that thing,
Some things I wish I did not hear...

She may still feel for her first love,
But it is an experience she shall take with her.
She will soon see,
That this is not the end,
Only the beginning
And there are plenty more (better looking) fish in the sea.

This was inspired by a good friend of mine who needs to see that she has a whole life ahead of her, with a lot of tears, heartache and failed relationships. But she needs to know that no matter what her friends will always be there. T, we are here for you, and if u need it will hire a gigolo...just kidding, I'm Cristian!!!