It's the wind,
That brings her to this place
The space,
Where she can breath.
Where she thinks
She calls this her special place.
Where the wind there is different
from everywhere else,
Like a barrier sets in.
Her tears form into broken hearts
which slowly cascade.
Her movements are swift, Though,
In time to save
Stay till dusk; Thats her thing.
Everyday she sinks in more,
going to her own little world.
People don't see the smile is fake,
She gives everything she takes.
At her place she daydreams of a perfect guy,
but cant be in love
So she can only dream.
In a tree she sits
drifting away,
She calls this place,
Her perfect world
