Taciturn

She was beautiful Everyone said so In her reflection A luminous glow Long strands of ebony, her hair Raven eyes with a gentle stare Many secrets yet to unfold Her world, fading fast But with death grip she grabs Like holding shards of broken glass With unprotected hands... Heart broken... Eyes empty and cold Is all they choose to see, but Underneath that facade Hides a wounded little girl Yearning for love that she may never know If by chance you meet her, be kind Please tell her an old friend says "Hello"