BIRTHDATE(DEAD) GIRL

I paged the books of life
Hoping to find her life sentences,
But I forgot that she died on her 
Birthday, so she never had a chance
To write about her existence

Hence her footprints were
Washed off when the water broke,
And faded with the smoke
Of celebration candles blown away
When she ingested her breath…

We were standing by
Waiting to sing her a birthday song,
But amazingly every word
That came out got people
Sobbing in pain
Their faces soaking in tears…

We were wondering,
What wrong did we do?
But it seemed like we were
The only ones who knew
About her passing, because
They all failed to understand
The difference between 
Breathing and living…

Her body was there,
But the soul was sold
For materialistic things, so
She never had peace(piece)
Until the time I recited
My poem in her dreams

When she woke up,
She was surrounded by
Angels in the land of the free.
She got born again and finally
Had a chance to write her
Eternal life sentences…

She was once a birth’dead girl,
Until the time she saw 
Her birth’date there,
It’s a sad story that left
An unconscious writer
in a comma, yet the poem 
is still to be said…