She swept into the room,
the epitome of grace...

When the petals fall gently to the fresh soft...
I think of todays importance...

When do we cross the line,
of drawing much to close...

When you are but five years old,
and laughter is your life...

Trapped by exclusion.
Bound by confusion...

Love came,
and then was lost...

Everyone seeming to push me,
where I don't want to go...

How strong is the fear,
the fear of what we do not know...

The words you speak resound in my mind,
like a captivating drama stuck on rewind...

Stepping out onto the shaky bridge,
waiting for the fall...

It smiles at me as if to say,
I know the things you do by day...

Determined not to fall back down,
to avoid your charm and humor...