Someone turned their back today
someone else had to die...
The world you pretend living
Is like no other,than a black mist...
A downpour of daydreams
bursted from broken seams...
My smiles are fake
These tears are real...
I am the girl
that everyone wants...
Little Girls kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on her little hands and rests her little...
The historic charm of this old town calls to me
Buried in the hills just below Jefferson’s house...
...until
the crack found its home...
You said you saw me waving
from across the crowded bistro...
Remember playing dress up
as a little girl...
Why is it so hard
to bestow a hair of light...
Dying in a fall, not in a quiet bed: it has been...
Tripping on a stairway and breaking neck, or...