Her fingers form fists.
Her emotions are distraught.
She closes her eyes,
She's confused and lost in thought.

She's falling into tomorrow.
Hoping someone's waiting there.
She let's her thoughts form words,
But really should she dare?

Her only desires,
Are less than you know
She's torn in half with ragged edges,
She's afraid to let that show.

Butterflies float by
And she wishes once more.
She takes a deep breath
And lies face up on the floor.

"The answer's aren't in the sky."
But maybe that's not true.
Tell her the truth.
That's all she asks from you.

Is it understandable?
The answer, she fears.
She blinks and stares again,
Pretending she can't feel the tears.