Hueco

Dark red roses and white lilies on the gravestone,
Tears stream down her face, you can hear pain in her tone,
Her make-up's ruined, but her heart's worse,
She looks up to the heavens as if to curse,
Yesterday they were making plans for tomorrow,
Tomorrow came for him and left her with sorrow,
Lost in the labyrinths of her mind,
Searching for a place of solace to hide,
Tired of hearing the same words from their lips,
Thinking they would soon forget about all this.

At home she locks herself in her room,
Dim lighting and thick curtains that feed her gloom,
Can't get herself to sleep at night, 'cause she's still hurting,
Can't even get up and out of bed in the mornings,
Each passing day her heart gets heavier,
And the circles under her eyes get darker,
Texts they shared she knows word for word,
Reliving moments they shared in her head,
Stuck in a moment of her loss,
She wishes she had a chance to say her goodbyes.

Flowers blossomed, flowers withered,
First cries of newborns to last breaths of those parted,
Time passed, seasons came and went,
But she's been stuck in a moment since he left,
Somehow she managed to piece herself together,
Bittersweet feeling when the things she loves let her remember,
Slightly sorrowful but now with tears that understand,
Little laugh, followed by a smile not forced,
Remembering a joke they shared,
He was now just out of sight, but not out of mind.