BLACK NOTEBOOK

She was beautiful
Black long hair
Chinky little eyes
Not so good body
Yet she's happy

She has her dreams
She wanted to write
Simple rhymes made her smile
Few compositions kept her willed
She wrote everytime

Until the day everything's changed

First of April, four years after two thousand
She went to where her hopes will start
She went there with a smile
With few friends who has same thoughts as hers
One by one they did what they should

First steps to their dreams, to their hopes
And then there were two.

She and one of her friend faced some stopovers.
They never thought that this would happen
They thought all was set.
Her friend found a way to get through
Yet she held on to nothing
She was led to stop. No green lights anymore.

And that was the start of a collapse.

The chin that faced up so high became deeper than seabed
Yet she didn't cry

She chose to go to where she was a stranger
She new nothing here. She loved nothing here.
Ignorantly stayed here.
Lived here.

The smooth road she was passing before was gone.
She got in the wrong direction yet she continued
After years of leading to this so-called wrong path,
She arrived at her destination.
This place still is unknown.
She finished her tour.
She has arrived.
Yet her mind still thinks,
"What if I made a detour?"
"What if the road I knew was the path I took?"

And then she woke-up,
She can't make-up her mind.
She has amnesia.
Now she's horrible.



Marra
Thanks.
Love and Peace.