Heart hurts a lot when its heavy,
buried in fear.
Touched by the burning bush extinguished by her tears,
Ashes of a low class that she passionately breathes,
She lies behind the last tree,
lost beneath the leaves.
She possibly believes in anyone she comes to contact.
But trust is just kind words
and love, one night stands.
She is bashful and defiant,
defiance exhumed.
She exhales her poison
but she can't see past the fumes.
Ready, never ready, been rambunctious and loud.
Her hearts not been so heavy,
deadly rain seeps through the clouds.