She was always the same
Never changing,
And the number of her admirers
Was always ranging.
He was always different
One day liking one,
The next something else
To him it was fun.
She was always depressed
Hiding it with a smile,
Keeping from her friends
Of what they would think vile.
He was always cheerful
Laughing loudly,
Everyday around the corner
And sitting proudly.
She liked him
He did not know,
And when he would
He'd be in woah.
The two were opposites
They met once at a cafe,
The girl smiled at him
But the boy looked the other way.
She stood up
Her heart suddenly breaking,
She ran away with tears
Her heart then was always aching.
He noticed but didn't follow her
He knew he wasn't right for her,
For she seemed better than him in every way
But her secrets no one could infer.
She cried by the river that night
Watching the water shine and pass,
Thinking about how much it reminded her
Of beautiful stained glass.
He laughed less the next day
Worried about the girl,
Long hair cascading down her back
Her eye like a sparkling pearl.
But behind every pair of eyes
Is a secret that must be unfolded,
And destroyed only
By which it had been molded.
She disappeared from the world
The only one who remembered was the boy,
Who kept her in his heart even though her feeling he did not return
His memory had not wanted to destroy.
Everyone forgot
Her smile her face,
And everything about her
Which seemed to fill the now empty space.
The boy was mad
Everyone had forgotten,
About the girl
Who had skin as soft as cotton.
He yelled her name aloud
Not caring,
For everyone who that he was crazy
After just once staring.
It was useless
She was gone,
She had not been seen
Since dawn.
A few days after
Everything went back to normal,
Except for the boy
Who was suffering the abnormal.
As soon as he found out
He soon made plans to do the same as she,
He would create a plan
Which would set him free.
Everything went as planned
He disappeared too,
But this time people took notice
Yet could not figure out his taboo.
He had made it himself
The night he thought he was mad,
Walking aside the road
In a black outfit clad.
The police soon found them
Both lying on the ground,
Next the river
Where their fate had been bound.
They soon met again holding hands
Both wearing white,
Smiles on their faces
With halos just as bright.
