Through her I see clear
But nothing in her is real
Her eyes, her smile
Her words, her works
All so dead that the dead looks live
Like others I hoped to find something real in her
Find I did a locker , hid deep within
Shiny and precious it looked up to me
I had to know of what was in there!
Severed my heart I did ,
Forged a key of it I did .
With that , the key ,my life’s work
I opened the locker that she had hid
To see that I was wrong, in it I found nothing
Empty was the locker.
This meant I had failed to see the real her then
But now when I do, I have no heart to feel
Now I know of what I lost,
I lost myself, my soul and my heart,
Chasing a dream, an illusion was what she was!!