Her hair was
as black as charcoal,
blurred in the
darkness of the night,
falling like a waterfall behind
her as she danced
to the beat of the music.
She wore a fake smile,
a mask and a disguise
and no one realized,
but me.
I saw how she let him
caress her hair with lust
while she's dying inside.
He kissed her cheek
and she didn't say anything
while the first tear rolled down.
Her hair was so bright
before she entered the club
that night
I would had told her
if it wasn't for her evil lover.
