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