She's lost and she's cold
Not only her mind, also her soul
She's scared and confused
Radiating colors and hues
Pinks and blues
Gentle sorrows and subtle boo hoo's
Thorns on her tongue
Roses in her chest
Still she finds it hard to catch her breath
If only she could see
The little magic she can be
She bites her lip but sips her tea
She won't tell you what it's like to be thee
She won't be lonely long
Her velvet skin and satin hair
She's quite the stare
When it begins to rain
She always stays
Growing daisies on her skin
So many flowers growing within