Where did she go?
She's gone and I didn't even know
How'd she leave without even making a sound
I know that she was once here;
her memories are littered all across
this room.
Pictures of her smiling,
pictures of her laughing,
pictures of her dancing;
pictures of her life in full bloom
But where did she go, when did
she leave?
Look closer at the pictures, maybe
you'll see her story unfold.
The tears behind the laughter,
the frown behind the smile;
the dance that was her, running away
from a life that she was never allowed to let blossom
and bloom.
When did she go,
when did she leave,
when were her dreams shattered;
when was she broken, like a china doll
pushed off the shelf?
Why are the pieces left thrown all across the floor?
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