There’s beauty in a silhouette
Despite the eyes I’ve never met
Her form takes shape and screams neglect
From lack of love to great extent
There’s the shadow of a marionette
A puppet on a string quartet
A solo act in-lieu of a duet
For someone who’s been heaven sent
The surest thing, the safest bet
The highest highs, the slow descent
Of lofty goals and warm sunsets
Instead, exists another ill content