Her beautiful face,
haunting my dreams,
at every hour,
It never fails.
She talks about her love,
striking me down,
Unintentional,
Painful nonetheless.
Her heartbreak kills me,
yet she knows not about me,
How i care,
and what it does to me.
Her reckless life,
going downhill,
she had no intention,
of building back up.
Mischief managed.
