The Lady in Front of Me
Her gaze as cold as ice
As she looks into my eyes.
As if she wants to say something
But she's just holding back.
She looks sad and worried
But no one knows how she feels.
Like knowing of a storm ahead
That she wish soon will end.
Her eyes shows regrets and wonders
Of how things should had turned out
If only she had been braver,
Would her life had been better?
She keeps most things to herself
Emotions piling up inside
It's not that she doesn't want to talk
But because she's scared to speak.
She smiles and laugh, would talk and chat
Yet no one seems to see,
The emptiness hidden inside
She wanted to be free.
I tried beaming at her but she wouldn't
I stared at her and she stared back
I want to comfort her so I reached for her hand
But a cold glass touches mine.
