Distance in her eyes,
(a time often revisited, long ago spent)
With a smile lingering on her life.
She is beautiful
For the while
(She's happily living her life
through yesterday (because she didn't enjoy it then.))
She frowns
And the life is vacuumed out of her eyes
Her hollow eyes
(have never seen a life beyond yesterday's memories)
are the prelude
to a tragic song that rains away
(her smiles)
and her makeup
she's not so beautiful
It's only rain
(because she can't cry, her eyes are hollow.)
She is a photograph of a yesterday photo never taken.