There's a Sadness About Her

Shimmering depths of topaz, twinkling, Random whimsy, jovial inklings. Picture perfect photograph, Yet, something's out of place. A ray of light, or so it's said, Spark of life amongst the dead. Smoke and mirrors, slight of hand, Looks can truly deceive. Passion, promise, better or worse. Forgive, forget, lover's curse. Screaming inside, silent smile, Broken beyond repair. A piece lost here, given there, Carpe diem, buyer beware. Secrets dance where shadows dwell, And a jaded heart prevails. The butterfly, live briefly, die. Reborn again, time after time. Eventually, with nothing left to give, She truly can not receive. And, when she smiles, the pain tries to hide. The beauty shines, truth denied. Yet, whispers from passerby, Know, there's a sadness about her.