wake to another morning to find
all inside of her is colored gloomy
but still perfect misfit in saddest veil
but always been dreary

waiting to be read,
thousand of words made silently
watered colors by some tears
sad essence, thievery of her beauty

cheap invisible mascara
her face to bear
smile she couldn't afford
she shall not wear

lifetime was stolen,
fear lingers in feels
in such short time, forgets to be hurt
a sudden made a heart of steel


1.19am, 6th of February