fierce looks from her olive green eyes,
yellow peaks to shine as arised-
a plane has been waiting for her to arrive
when all she’s been told was a lie
her line of thinking was a dead
convicted herself that she had lost her spark
yet she doesn’t know anything outside of the dark,
and outside of this small town,
the beds have stayed made for years
dusts from the people that once called it home,
the memories-
it keeps the little girl’s life that she had lost
What was she like when she was growing up?
it blended into an unknown,
when candle was already blown - (12th bday)
(a child that was born into a burning house think that the whole world is on fire)