She was a beautiful dreamer
She had so much hope in her
Someone who was loved by everyone,
even me.
Beautiful soul, well now it's been broken.
No one saw her drown.
6 years ago that is.
It was quiet but fatal and so sly and slow that not even she knew it was coming for her
Sadness slowly soaked into her, it became permanent in her fragile bones.
It wasn't something she couldn't handle at first, but with time it possessed the good that was left of her.
How beautiful her smile was and her eyes so angelic, something tells me it's the tears she cries at bedtime that anglicised them so.
I never told you that after a while the pain, the sadness it got the best of her except that didn't stop her from making sure other people were happy.
But, slowly they diluted her hope.
Her own moster is what she has, what she had become.
An angel is how they somehow still saw, even what they still see her as.
That's the thing about her she managed to stay such a dear.
Quite sad rather, how no one really saw the pain in disguise but she was such a great pretender you can't exactly call them ignorant.
Well this was her, Sweet Tragic.
Oh Sweet Tragic.
To be continued maybe?
