she is

always waking up with a smile on her face

feeling the sun kisses in her hand

walk alone with her stilletto's

she wasn't then who she had once been
she was always changing, coming, going
and that black cocktail dress only did so much

to cover up who she really was

she's alone

recently being hurting

she's always cover her tears with a smile

a fake smile...

and no one really knows what that smile said
and no one knows if things would be different in the morning
and no one knows if she ever really found herself

but that doesn't matter, does it?