As though every day it is a ball,
you are the most exquisite,
your luscious curls shine
black in the moonlight,
your pure skin glowing,
your heart of gold.
Though you look this way,
I see you,
Your scared, dilated eyes,
your face, never to smile again,
your lips radiating lies,
spreading like air into space,
penetrating your heart.
The truth lies forgotten,
a paper in the wind.

Dropped only
by You