She woke up one morning,
Without the will to live.
I tried and made her laugh,
But it wasn't the same.
“Take care of me” I thought she'd say,
“Make me feel alive” I thought she'd request.
Nothing was ever said or done.
Her eyes had lost their spark,
Her childish and joyful self, grown apart;
Felt just like a distant memory of childhood.
She looked at me and the loved remained,
But the life on our love had drained out.

She was waiting for a friend,
To either make it stop or to make her live again.