a piece of moon and the sunflower star

A girl I knew

I wonder if I still know the girl I knew.
She painted her thoughts with colours
That were not made by this world.
Is there something like red blood-blue?
I guess now she is colour blind for the world.

I wonder if I still know the girl I knew.
She used to be a dove with serenity.
Now her wings are craved for walls.
Is there something like dead beauty?
I guess she lost her serenity for the world.

I wonder if I still know the girl I knew.
She said her life is the perfect masterpiece.
Not knowing it can be a tragic biopic.
Is there something like a worthy mess?
I guess now she is losing herself for the world.

I think I still know the girl I knew.
Because I have been nestling inside her.
I hope she disappear.