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 dead
she convicted herself that she had lost her spark
yet she doesn’t know anything outside of the dark,
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)
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
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 dead
she convicted herself that she had lost her spark
yet she doesn’t know anything outside of the dark,
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)