Black and Gold

Girl in the funeral dress,
Sunshine laced behind her.
Smiling so sweetly,
That everyone would just stare.

A mismatch so appropriate -
Unfitting of the occasion.
Cast by a misfortune,
Overshadowed by her radiance.

Oh bitter irony, a partner in crime
With karmic resonance
When I uncover, in ill grace,
What will all come in due time.

A meek smile, a hung head;
The girl in the funeral dress,
With many ways to make you happy,
Can only exist in dreams.