Her eyes
as dark as stone,
illuminate her troubled past.

Forever shall she wither
from shame she's once had in her.

For her heart beats along,
with troubled sighs,
highlighting her brunette strands.

Goes off with what has been done,
but says what can not be heard.

Every trace of smiles thrown away,
taste as though she's out of her mind.

Red lips speak from all angles,
but not all words are formed.