' Wish you to know: When I'm not laughing I'm crying..
' ..Live fast die young..
..born in November, she could feel
the leaves start turning green to red,
and seeing them about to fall
down from the boughs, she felt depressed
she hated Autumn, just as well as
Winter, she liked Summer most.
Her moods were easily dependent on
the weather - that she could forecast
she liked to live, to laugh, to love,
to touch the things, to feel them live,
and at the edge of twenty years
she realized ... she felt the Death.
She laughed, she smiled, she couldn't breath
of laughing, winsome - and insane,
until she found beyound her strength
to rival with that fateful grin..
* * *
and in the end, she cut her hair,
she cut it short, and dyed it black,
she said goodbue to all her friends,
she said goodbue. And disappeared