Where Did She Go?

Her hair grown to past her shoulders
A cigarette hanging sluggishly out of her mouth
To think, I used to love her.

She’s changed so much in nearly no time
Her eyes seem cold and heartless
We used to be good for each other.

Not a smile to her lips, or a hint of humour present in her voice
This girl isn’t the one I used to love
What happened to her?
Where did she go?