(I want critiques badly, I want to be proud of this... I love this)
She lay in a broken mirror
Her reflection surrounding her,
Her beauty frozen by death,
Cast the feeling of immortality
To all that were like her.
Her pale face and down heartened eyes
Selfishly looked around the broken room
Casting an image of frozen beauty
Crimson lips and black hair
Leave a selfish and vain impression
Perhaps she was too beautiful for this world
This lifetime
Herself
Maybe she was too vain for aging
When she leapt from the balcony
Did she remember why?
Was all she lived for, to die for?
Dying an instant beauty?
Would she be remembered?
Or known at all?
By her family and friends
And strangers that walked by her on the street?
Was all she did for something,
Or nothing at all?
