My soul is dying, you can tell by my eyes
My heart is aching, but that should come as no surprise
I see myself in the mirror, but I don't look the same
Something is different, something has changed
I don't recognize myself, I don't recognize my face
Who is this hollow girl that has taken my place?
Her eyes are dark, they've lost their usual spark
The array of browns and specks of gold they lack
They have become a new color -- some shade of black
The windows to my soul are empty and blank
Who should I blame? Cause there's no one to thank
The rest of my face has become pale too
My lips are lacking their usual hue
They have gone from vibrant pink to practically white
As if I've seen a ghost and am now filled with fright
My sun-kissed face is missing it's usual glow
Where has all my color drained to? I really don't know
Perhaps it's retreated deep inside to comfort my soul
To provide it some color….to make it feel beautiful
Or maybe it has faded away with my happiness and dreams
Because isn't that life? Nothing is ever what it seems
Nicholle Michelle 2007
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