There are strange days
when she chose amity over elation
her heart falters over the ambiguous thought of not knowing what to feel;
not knowing what to think,
A bystander of her own life
beautiful moments are fleeting,
naive times where she felt most alive
are hidden behind those brown gaze
Vauge and complex
with her shattered dreams lies
melancholy and raindrops
she folds thousand times;
and finally she chose distance over disrespect.
