In a world where everything is wicked and censorious,
She looked at the world as if it was vibrant and mellifluous.
Her soul was filled with pure cheer and serenity,
Just like the feeling you have while drinking a cup of tea.

I saw how she became the woman in the corner,
The one whose soul continuously screams louder and louder.
I remember how her eyes went from lively to bleak and dreary.
Since that day you tore her soul apart and left her crying and weary.

Both of you cherished one another,
Like two young love birds of the same feather.
But one day, you abandoned her without any words of explanation.
Leaving her thinking if everything was just a piece of a playful illusion.
                                              
       As days passed by,she became more lifeless and devastated.        
That even I, saw that her past self was already completely annihilated.
She used to be the face of anything related to perennial bliss,
But now she's the living symbol of never ceasing abyss.

Others may say, that she became nothing but a waste of space;
A petty appalling little thing that should not be given a simple gaze.
But I beg to differ, for I think she was an admirable woman,
Who saw the best in the world while no one can.

The light in her eyes might have faded away,
Along with her caring heart whose beats went astray.
She will still be the woman with a smile like no other.
Despite her drastic transformation as the woman in the corner.