I am no stranger to these people
But we walk as ghosts...
Mommy covers my ears
When someone says words...
Look at the girl in the picture,
Exposed for every one person's eyes...
Let it be noticed
Shine it through the light...
A feather
Blows gently in the wind...
Cradle every silver tear
In velvet midnights arms...
Adams car
A mouse in the road...
She likes to linger in the background,
When it's her choice...
Resists herself from the fuel she needs
She seeks an image nobody sees...
The trees are dying
Shedding green tears of...
Crystalline seas of
Violet and green...
Backpedaling through time
This new dimension is no game...