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It all happened in September, But not under the purple sky. In an app where you swipe right. She sought love and they matched. She received a simple "hi" And she responded with a hey. Another night has passed, and she thought it would end. Their conversations continuously flow, But her walls also grow. She didn't want to write about him, Yet she had already wrote a poem. She knew she would disappear, Yet, her expectations were violated. He had given her assurance, but she's still scared and unsure. She asked when he'd be gone, but the question was returned to her. Tears ran down her cheeks, And she wept until dusk. She was so scared to be left, But she was more scared to be hurt. She wished she hadn't continued, she wished they hadn't matched. She wished they hadn't talked, She wished they hadn't met. Now she's alone with a pen, creating another art.

She walks down the aisle, Wearing black and without a smile. Flowers do not bloom that time, And in the dark the dead rise. Her eyes were red, and her lips were violet. She wished to wake, But she's chained to a bed. Her cries drowned the night. And the stars mourned for her. Six feet underground she lies, With flowers in her feet. One last kiss she received, And she is forever forgotten.