Pensive

She was pensive and troubled,

Never could catch a break.

Life was a puzzle.

Love, the biggest puzzle of them all,

Consumed her.

Her youth was adored by many

Yet,

They played with her broken heart;

Again and again.

You see,

She was pensive and troubled,

Always dressed for a difficult day.

 

In response to the daily prompt today: Pensive

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