Under the balding cypress
she crept , deep within the
darkness she slept. Beside
the wilted flowers she wept.
Razors used to kiss her flesh.
Her life was a mess and she
refused to confess. Depression
and stress was all that she was
drenched with. Her tears were
what she soaked her pillow case
late at night with. The stars seemed
tasteless. Her heart became dusty
and rusty. The streets were full of
strangers. But she fell for one. One
who managed to kiss her and show
her how she could measure fun. One
who caressed her scars and fell in love
with every little mark on her skin. One
who pushed her dark clouds away and
bought her back to life. He was the
stranger who became her home. He was
the light that let the shadows go away.
He was the one who promised to love
her every single day and stay* ~