past the time she wasted, live
yet, the tears did drown the sive
but, she still tried to catch them.
Oh, she was the best to please
to all of them and all of these
make behave and make believes
but never did she give it
heart cave in so as is we
drama filled as I may be
yet so true that you don’t see
what she felt, she owned it.
needed and yet seperated
the baby cried and so frustrated
cried. oh woe, for woe is traded
is she.* wipes eyes* yet, undone?
She wandered here and yet she knew
and wandered there and never true
until she found her heart in you
peace and yet her heart is void.
heart felt empty still unknown
Those accusations made alone
wrapped around the rag and bone
choked her half to hell and back
fame her weakness made her limber
finding in herself the member
she hated that she could remember
heart so dark. She held it near.
resented the betrayal lept
into flames burned all except
someone she admired and kept
in his darkened ego.
she felt it and the desperate plee
to understand the ways, and the
reasons for her groveling plee
sit within her loss and cried
Of the dwindling pride did stir
it made the hate well up in her
make believe and then did stir
fear of invisible nothings.
Oh, but words, her only friend
took hold her hand with hungry pen
another world so deep within
made a better her for her
pulling threads that surely scar
bound and stitched her hurt by far
like the strings on a guitar
pulled so close she was them
wounds o wounds with scars that drip
from her eyes I took a sip
with my hand i traced the rip
that made her smile again.