She is something lost in the translation
empty words with hidden meanings
the patterns of her eyes have been erased
the sparkle dimmned and fake
her lips are pink and parted
etched with soft bite marks
a result of timeless worry
resltless nights and mornings
golden hands hold snow white pills
as she counts them over again
each one is her perfect answer
to the questions no one's asked
jet black hair frames her painted face
she wonders if he'll see threw her smile
because secretly thats what her heart wants
secretly, she'll never admit she's sad
(so sad)
She kisses air and twirls her hair
but the beauty of her soul escapes her
her mirrors cracked and broken
and she'll never see her better side
finger tips to fragile cheek; as if shes checking. .
checking to make sure shes really there
her heart knows no truth, her mind no lie
shes thinking: none of this is real
She is a misunderstanding
a shadow dancing on the sun
her eyes are dark with mystery
illuminated only by her tears
