The smile in her eyes
Is slowly fading.
The chirp in her voice
Is now breaking.
Her once blush covered cheeks
Are no longer lively with color.
The tears streaming down her face
Couldn't be any cooler.
The happiness she once knew
Has been sucked out of her.
She fights a losing battle
Feels cold, like the dead of winter.
Her loss is the joy she once had
And her loss is my loss.
~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on the loss of happiness~
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PoetryA book full of poems on things that are just never said. *All photos seen in this book, including the cover, were photos taken by me~ Elizabeth Kay ~using my cellphone*
