She stared at the mirror,
Dressed in yellow.
Her lips muttered words like Hannah in Shiloh,
Her heart ached like Whitlow.
She could feel it drop low.
In her hand was the frame of her hero,
The happiness and ego,
Diego.
She cried with the hurting memories that follow,
Their love was so hollow.
But tragedy struck like Julie and Romeo.
She will never live without Diego
If only she never turned back to see Bello.
She fell in love with him cos he said hello.
