This one is for the girl with unkempt hair and a messy soul.
Splattered in paint, ink dribbling on wrists.
Faces sprinkled with tears; gloss on a canvas.
Hearts sewn, bursting at its blood-spewn seams
Watching through her window,
Reminiscing her childhood dream.
The director calls for her, it’s her scene
Cream Cream Creamed
Nothing is what it seems
This one is for the girl with unkempt hair and the messy scenes.