She was beautiful, an elegance that swooned those where she traveled. She didn't say much, kept to herself, but she didn't have to. She promised the world and followed through with practically nothing, just a shadow of herself when she left yesterday morning.
So what am I doing? what am I doing here? Was it just yesterday morning when you left, my dear?
The souls in which shed swoon were The Devils and angels. Some swaying the pendulum, viewing different angels, uncertain of where to lay their heads at night. But others were drawn to the light. They viewed it so bright they could almost taste it, she tasted it, she craved it like it was the last drop on earth.  All she wanted was to rid that curse, but it pulled her under deeper and deeper within each soul shed sweep.
So what am I doing? what am I doing here? Was it just yesterday morning when you left me, my dear?
She had the darkness inside her. And I wanted to hide her. It was the almighty antidote, that made sense of her train of thought she spoke. She wanted to feel, but all  I could feel was her heel stepped on top of me. She was so sweet and fragile, and I wanted it all, but she had my heart pinned on her wall. She knew it was perfect and real, but it pained her to feel. Because although she was beautiful, she didnt see it. she let the darkness of the world depict her feelings.
So what am I doing? what am I doing here? Was it just yesterday morning when you left, my dear?
Or it it forever? Will you recover? Or should I just leave here. I think I may just leave, my dear. God bless you my dear