I remember when we met
You were young, a free spirit up there with the kites
Eyes with stars and addictively white.
Now I don’t know you anymore
The innocence in your eyes, the truth in your tongue, all lost
And when I look at you, I wonder
What has life done to you?
You smile is still warm but not like before
There’s a tinge of coldness
A dark alley hidden in your eyes
Your wrinkles are pronounced
Not of aging but of pain
Of years spent wallowing in sorrow
Of years spent wishing of no tomorrow
A burdened soul.
She was like the moon … part of her was always hidden.” —Unknown