Much like poetry she's a mediator for emotion.
She manages to escape many things but herself,
Trapped in becoming everything society wants her to be
She secretly begs for the attention of a talent that would allow her to just be.

Be someone, anyone that matters.
But she's ashamed
Her eyes are filled with sin,
Her heart lust,
Her mind wonder.

Slowly falling in love with pain.
Slowly being drowned in her addiction to the darkness.
She wonders if its worth it.
She wonders if it makes her more poetic.
Black is poetry.

You really disappeared.
Leaving me with no last words.
Did you think it would be that easy to forget you?
Without being hurt?
You vanished.

Leaving me hollow, leaving me with a mouthful of pain to swallow.
I missed all the signs.
Blinded by my care for you.
You never cared, did you?
You weren't really ready.

Left with this tragic love story.
You left and I was lost, felt so empty.
I thought it was just like the other times, two maybe four days, but now I think you're gone for good.
Silly me.

Memories are all I have now.
You left as quickly as you came.
Like a magician and I was just another willing participant.
Yet I still feel you.
I fell in love with a disappearing act.