The cliff overlooks the sea,
it's breeze rolls over the flowers that set on the mountainside,
A girl sits on the cliff's ledge,
dropping her feet and swinging them to the melody of the wind,
This Is Her Happy Place,
But on rough, stormy, days
she sits in a room,
huddled against the corner,
unsure wether tears will spout,
or if she will shake in fear,
shouting words ring in her ears,
lingering in her mind,
What had happened?
Even she didn't know.
Think back to that sunny day,
when the blossoming flowers
sent sweet aromas rising into the tangy, salty air,
think back to that lush day,
where trees maneuvered on the mountainside,
over the path leading to a far distanced paradise.
A sunny, breezy, happy day that covers every scream,
covers every tear,
A fake smile that was created as an illusion.