Maybe

The crimson liquid leaked from her veins Like ink from a broken pen, Covering her canvas in memories, Of a distant time back when. Life was not so painful a breath not hard to take laughter rang like bells and a smile she did not fake Watery beads glistened Like dew on a morning leaf Expelling her sorrow in waves releasing her of her grief. Maybe if some one had noticed asked if she was ok a caring ear to listen maybe she would of stayed.