I am the stars, the mountain tops, the rivers, and bays.
My hand touches yours even 3,000 miles away.
I share the pains of ever dying stars and fading dream.
I mourn the London hope that deems impossible.
I come from a family too broken that I can't pinpoint where is all went wrong. My memory is too blurred to tell the beginning from the end. Your words were a trap that lured my too young body, my too naïve mind into a realm of darkness. Into a universe of supernovas and explosions. And yet still, I pity you. I fight for your name and defend the honor that shattered my own.
My cosmos, my being, my will is not mine anymore, but a figment of your influence. When mother dear left me all alone with father, I was another girl living in a world not ready for her.
I am a beautiful whirlwind or pain, hope, sorrow, and birth.
I am a girl equally divided between the stars and scars.