The lilac tree stood outside, giving a fragrant smell,
Trust me, her story was a one to tell.
And so she began her book with the thought of his laughter.
She missed the day she met him and all that followed after.
There was this voice in her head that kept ringing and ringing.
Little did she realise that it was his voice that was singing.
Blankets above her body and pillows under her head.
She thought about all the things and feelings that were left unsaid.
Her eyes were filled with tears, but her face faked a smile.
She convinced herself that it was all worthwhile.
She stared at the wine bottle, eager to crack it open,
It looked liked the only solution after her heart was broken.
Her mind drifted off to the day of the beginning of her sorrow,
That scene froze in her head, the sight of him driving off in his '77 camero.
