She looks at old pictures,
& Fakes a smile on her face...

Love;
4 Letters...

I turn off my light,
And close my door...

She looks into the mirror,
Used to what she is seeing...

They wonder why she cries so much,
But they don't see her pain...

This is a poem,
My best friend Matrona wrote...

I look around to the sight of, not seeing you...
I look back at what we once were. Two lovers, who...

Again this is all true
Her side back...

THIS IS ALL TRUE.
HIS SIDE MY SIDE...

Tears crawl down her face--,
This wasn't supposed to happen...

Her face is dirty,
Black mascara against her pale skin...

I feel for you,
More than anything else...