The nights have become shorter and the days no longer smell like the field of poppies next to the barn.
The wind no longer made her tresses dance in the golden spotlight of the sun’s rays.
Her trot, no longer bought her peace and instilled faith in her wild heart.
The world around her began to move fast. Faster than she could keep up with.
The ones she loved were now long gone. They appeared as strangers in her dreams.
She sat by the windowsill anticipating another heart
One that would make her’s feel less lonely
She sat by the windowsill and watched
The world that made her so lonely
(help me come up with a title in the comments!)