Blackened Beauty

As the tears fall from the ceiling above
A story is told, one uncharacteristic of
Uncharacteristic of her simplistic life's tale
One which has blocked her from the ability to prevail-

She has an eternity to lose, while he has the world to gain
To him she's merely the dust collected on each window pane
Dust soon to be forgotten, soon to be left behind
A memory blown away as if they had never been intertwined-

What's come of them, a rain drop in a storm of the mass
What could of been love, one which fear did harass
Beauty blackened by the fire they blew out
Now merely ashes left in memories of doubt-

Is happiness something you search for?
Or is happiness something we tend to ignore?
Found in the simplicity we tend to forget
Moments we look back on and unfortunately regret...

xoxo
Perfectly Imperfect
Crystal Kimberly