I, once met a unique lass.
She is modest but with less class.
She is a troublesome young lady yet never failed to be funny.
She is very friendly and happy-go-lucky.
Nothing can be compared to her smile but sadness filled her eyes.
Just then, I realized those smiles were nothing but lies.
When she's with everyone else she won't show you not even a single frown,
but when she's left alone into million of broken pieces she breaks down.
All of her deepest sorrows are hidden.
It seems like to her, happiness is forbidden.
I found myself wanting to bring happiness back in her eyes.
From darkness, I want her to be able to rise.
Not long after, she recovered.
There were no more pain left for her to cover.
She soon gained back all her light.
Nothing negative was left not even her night.
But as she gets well, we both grew apart.
A moment that never faailed to break my heart.
In a snap, the friendship we had was gone.
In a corner, she left me alone.
I chose to be by her over anything and everything.
It's not shocking to wake up one day being left with nothing.
While she starts living, I was slowly dying.
I spent the rest of my nights crying.
Days after, I found broken pieces on the floor.
It was filled with so much of someone's gore.
I was left hanging with a question of vile,
were the broken pieces still hers or was it mine?
