She cried alone
in the opaque room...

A Marguerite of a girl
unseen by all...

The couch downstairs has many memories
parties on the weekends to hours of haunted dreams...

"horses"
Rythmic dancing form...

Sometimes when I dream
I can feel you next to me...

Knock on the door
you turn me away...

You have no idea the harm that you have done
as I sit hear crying my darkness has begun...

Blank sheets scattered
pencils lay upon the ground...

I saw her dark Grey head
as she looked at me and by her groom was led...

This is really off for what I normally write, it...
The point of braking...

She lies awake at night crying out to god
Praying that someone will come and hold her near...

I am driving down a road,
at a steady pace...