There were certain days she felt nothing
There were days she felt she wouldn’t make it.
There were days she felt she didn’t need to worry
There were days tears made her vision blurry
Those were the days she recorded
In her little black diary
Days that had scarred so she in turn made marks
Days were memory served her well
All the black nights came back
Nothing could suffice except crying of course
Then came the days
When the sun didn’t cease shining
When she couldn’t stop laughing
She didn’t try to even stop smiling
Her tears could make a drum full
So why stop laughing now she could
Those were the days she felt beautiful.
Happy New Year
