It was sad, with a miserable touch of clouds,
She finally let it out, the truth that hurt so much,
And caused her so much pain, tear by tear,
She said it aloud, the words came spilling out,
Almost all the words in each sentence,
Was worth crying, and the way she stuttered,
Each word, paler and paler, each word turned,
She was getting sicker and sicker, from the poison of his smile,
She wants to run back to him, that sickening love,
That was never there, and now has 'come', according to her,
Their 'love' is real, it is probably her fantasy, with reality left out.
