She hangs the memories of what could of been back on the crooked shelf Once a silence reigned where now the roaring of lions frequents her moments To have to hold to free to let go to live to die to just be one self in a chaotic stage play Hold her hand a while Trace the veins which feed her soul , mind and body She is not perfect But somehow close for all her faults You should of took it further She would of held you for a life time Fear is placed where humans dare not tread YourΒ Β eyes swim with confusion She can smooth the waters if only you could slow down She has the music of mermaids and the power of the shaman You let that go at the dark hour when you stopped and forgot to breathe She held you there Then you turned and walked away Head held low as you fell in love with others who only brought you to your knees Years passing lovers come and go She holds a small corner Not in wanting but in yearning for Not in yearning but in a knowingness Once she loves she never forgets the taste upon her tongue Pass by Walk on Head low No more tears fall from these eyes Love is gone Now all there is a selfless understanding of belonging to one self Connections blocked