There is a hidden darkness
in the middle of the sun...
Paint chips fall gracefully
like a freshly, fallen snow...
She fell from Grace, or so they said
a million and one times over...
I am a lonely grain of sand,
stuck in two goblets of glass...
I hear laughter
and it makes me cringe...
There were galaxies in her eyes because
When she hung herself from the old tree...
And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice...
The only sign of him being
alive are the ashes dusted...
A girl once lived in wonderland, was privileged...
The only thing she ever lacked was love to fill...
Soft
inconstant...
Snowflakes swoon tween
eyelashes of tear filled...
Your mother has been worried
about the exit wounds on your shoulders...