She..

It's about someone I've once called a friend.

Absent-minded was she not ?
Playing hide and seek.
Illusions carved her plot,
But fell to pieces, plain and weak.

Leave ! Isn't she gone already ?
She has a heart of ice and stone.
Her chin was high,her breathing steady,
Embittered souls as she left alone.

Say"If I go , would you wake ,
would you wonder, would you know ?.
If I could be your destruction,
Then I have put on quite a show ! "

Years later , here we're watching
Her tears surround her trap
And her sanity goes collapsing
In her life, grows a gap.

One day, she'll become regretful
For the stranger she's become
She'll know she was resentful
Her reflection is gruesome.

One day, she'll become the weak
And will wish I could forget
All her games of hide and seek
That she played with no regret

I know I deeply miss her
I wish I never did..
But I know I'll forget her
After all is done and said.