*Not about a person. Any aspect of myself is generally personified as
female. As I am female myself, this makes a twisted kind of sense.*
She was here
Not two seconds ago
She resided with me
Then she was gone
Like a dream
Or the last shred of conciousness before a nightmare
The world is grey again
There's no life in the sky, or my eyes
I'm lost without her, my soul
Who the hell am I, anyway?
When she's here I think I know
But now, I'm a blank again