she's pale
but her music is
colorful in a world full of
black and white buildings.
she smiles but it's hidden
underneath her bagged eyes,
she thinks the world would be
better off without her
sometimes she wishes
the sky had more sunrises.
She screamed let there be
more nights where she can
lay on wet grounds and cry
or mornings where she would
discover new faces in the sun.

She was pale when
they couldn't make her
cheeks turn rosy again.
her hands were pink
in the cold weather your
car had managed to keep
while you both ate at a cafe.
she was pale because she was sad
in the summertime because
she just couldn't make you
last forever.
her clothing got looser
and the thread of her sweaters
pulled apart at the seams
when you tugged off her clothes
for a simple action,
she might slip off and tell you
words she doesn't mean
even if you're too involved.
She's a cold liar, and pale
as the snow. She's beautiful
and they all loved her too much
and told her too late.