She have a scar on her face.
Did she have an accident as a child?
or, was she abused by someone close to her?
Was there a fire that made its presence felt forever on that
glowing face?
or was it just depression that made her do it to herself?
She is wearing that red dress,
having the mundane smile on her face,
as if challenged by happiness for a race..
I am quite, as always sticking to my solitary confinement.
She makes me feel alive, just by her presence.
I have this intense feeling of just watching her move
around.
Not going to her, not talking to her.
I just want to be the silent observer of this beauty.
A guy walks to her, I can see the glow on her face.
She likes him.
He takes her to dance, she is mellow.
There is a scar on her face.
And that scar is disappearing. She is making it go away.
She dances like an angel, mesmerizing everyone around.
And I am anything but sad, I can't understand this feeling.
I am watching her dance with someone else.
She have a scar on her face.
I am having a scar on my heart.
