Rusty Gates Close Slowly,
Licking Water's Clear Surface,
A Salt Water Lake,
One Made From Tears,
Another Sleepless Night,
Or One Filled With Nightmares,
Falling Stars Kiss The Atmosphere's Surface,
And Then Rebound Back Into The Dark,
Make A Wish,
Every One Counts,
A Fist Clenched,
Knuckles White,
Lips Soft As Rose Petals,
Pout Permentally,
And Eyes Green As Seaweed,
Are Read As An Open Book,
Medicine Is Out Of Reach When
It Is Most Needed,
And One Little Trip Up,
Will Make Her Go Insane,
And As The Rusty Gates Close Completely,
She Knows They Will Never Open Again