She was like the ocean

Mysterious and beautiful

But don't cross her for her wrath is as ridgid as the waves in a storm

Her beauty attracted many but not many could see the pain and sorrow deep within her glassy brown eyes

No one understood her tears for she covered them with her penetrating glorious smile

At times she is loud like the crack of a thunderstorm

And cheerful like the breeze in spring

But at times she is quiet,

Quiet like an abandoned house

Left for wreck,

Left to demolish and weather away

Just like the memorise it holds within

Those memorize of laughter,

Pain...

Sorrow.

The sad thing was not those memorise

It was the army of words

That corrupted her mind

Kept her prisoner in a cage of hate and torment

It is those memorise of words

That changed the course of her life,

Those memorise that done nothing but hurt..

-T. G