Broken Girl Young Curvaceous Girl With Mead And Amber Hair Eyes Aglow She Holds Hell And Heaven In Her Hands
She The Base Competes For State, Poignant Tresemme, Shaving Cream Tiny Ringlet Curls The Porcelain Doll With Blushing Cheeks Green Eyes That See Things Beyond Your Dreams
Sunshine, She, Dances. She Paints Worlds- Shakes With Excitement Suddenly The Noises Louder She Sees Not The Room Grow Darker Moonshine Blackness Stabbing Needles In Her Translucent Velvet Arms. Her Head’s In Stitches Now
You’re Done No More The Doctors Say You May Not Dance It's Not Allowed You May Not Walk
Nor Feel To Proud Did You Know Sweet Sister That Was The Last Time You Would Dance So Joyfully? Did You Know Sunshine That People Would Try To Dim You? Did You Know Walking Would Be Wearisome? That Energy Would Fade And The Day Seem More Dreary-Dum.
Would You Have Danced More? Would You Have Ran More? If You Had Known It Could Not Be So Again?
The Silent Singer 