you could see her dancing,
fascinating,
like a ballerina.
You could hear her singing,
exhilarating,
like a tiny sparrow.
you could hear her playing,
in the woods,
like a kid never growing.
but;
you could hear her calling his name,
cureless,
in her nightmare's.
you could see her running,
to a target,
she will never get.
you could see the shining tears,
going down,
across her lovely face.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
you could see her dancing,
fascinating,
like a ballerina.
You could hear her singing,
exhilarating,
like a tiny sparrow.
you could hear her playing,
in the woods,
like a kid never growing.
but;
you could hear her calling his name,
cureless,
in her nightmare's.
you could see her running,
to a target,
she will never get.
you could see the shining tears,
going down,
across her lovely face.
