The girl whose best friend was sadness
Who dreamt of death every night
In her eyes a gleam of madness
She thought sadness was a beautiful sight

Her worst enemy but her very best friend
His bitter sweet poison would mend her heart
Her every problem he could comprehend
In her, sadness was an eternal part

He always dried her tears
But he fed those tears even more
He preyed on all her fears
Sadness had reached her very core

They were so different
But she believed they were the same
Finally she worked out all his bluffs
And understood he had her in cuffs

He left once she understood his ploy
She had almost forgotten her other friend...joy
She embraced her old friend once again
Sadness became a visitor ,who seldom came !