The story I am writing  took a new turn
The New turn become a new life

Your name ripples across the puddle inside
of my mind everytime
You step inside.

In the real world
     I am merely a passerby.
Finding no home to call my own.

I walk the dusty ***** streets
                  So lost and all alone.
Why then should it be this way?
Is this the modern way of life?
   Am I to always suffer loneliness
        A life beset by doubt.

Make-up won't make you pretty,
a smile will.