This is concerning She.
She fell off the edge on a drug-induced dream.
A mirror warped with laughing reality.
To change for all the wrong reasons.
To lose what was initially sought after.
How ironic this person She became.
How ironic She still vanished, lost it, along with that teasing twinkling light that hope shined through.
It’s gone now.
She never slept,
Only thinking and mumbling the past,
She can’t apologize for that sweet feeling.
She felt her spirit come apart and then sigh into dust.
Someone whispered that it is time to find the wind that leads the lost souls.
Created: Mar 21, 2012LibZissou Document Media