Remember the day that they pulled me from school...
Tears stinging my eyes as you looked down at me in...
I am restoring my dignity now;
left tainted by your conceited ethos...
She is a lost soul,
searching for love...
I have always felt alone
no one place I can truly call home...
If only-
you could really see...
One night I mulled
beneath...
Another day passes
Still i sit here...
and she was....
nothing but bitterness...
..she had no knowledge, as
he swept her off course...
A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...
You.
That beautiful being that you are...
Behind the smile that's painted on her face,
Remains a girl, who tries so hard to breathe...