CRIES.
When the cold of the night, Is a little too scary, Memories come alive and Dreams become weary With the swaying wind She fades away, The underneath of her eyes covered in a brown tint She holds on with the hopes to stay She is reminded of her smile That would crown her lips each day She hasn't seen it in a while It hides behind the sun's rays For the life of her, she couldn't breathe As her soul patterns the dusty windows a goodbye Her locks of curls rest underneath The wet sheet which heard her cries
