She's the color blue So deep she cannot move Through her eyes she speaks To your heart
She's a hurricane A storm you cannot brave Instinct says fear In words so clear
And she's a little girl Eyes closed on the tilt-a-whirl Can she see the arms Waiting below?
She's the saddest poem That you ever took to bed In candle light Questions burn bright
Cast through imagery Of love denied and pain that follows Threats unrealized And speaking ghosts with hearts so hollow
Sits a little girl Reeling in an imperfect world Writing in rhyme Frozen in time
How many times has she Awoken from the dream Suspicious of Scars left behind
And what is the cost For surely there is a cost To live the verse Perverse and so near
Cast through imagery Of love denied and pain that follows Threats unrealized And speaking ghosts with hearts so hollow Ink and pen describing Blood and sweat, and fear devoured by The spider of the web That leaves the heart that loves unconquered