She sways with the wind and loses herself to the twinkling of the stars
She hasn't felt freedom intertwine itself with her, in a very long time
She speaks of love, the inhabitants, now ghosts, have made homes in the cracks of her chest  
And she heaves,
Regardless of the attempts she's made of trying to sew back the pieces of her broken heart
Her friends are the sun and the moon and the sky is where she one day hopes to lie
Safe and sound
Whole