are they blind?
are they oblivious to the screams and desires of that girl on Rosendo Lane?
are they so arrogant & self-absorbed that they can’t tend to her bleeding wrists?
do they not feel her blood drip upon their heads?
do they not feel the tears that fall from the eyes of that girl on Rosendo Lane?
that girl who’s voice is lower than the hum of hummingbird’s song
that girl who smiles
but underneath there’s a war
a war that’s bigger than you and I
and in the midst of that war is a girl picking blood covered daisies with
an unfeigned smile laying upon her bright face
that girl was once the girl that lives on Rosendo Lane
that girl just waits for the war to be over
she dodges knives and guns
while her host cries and doesn’t have the willpower to let the knives and guns drop
within her
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
are they blind?
are they oblivious to the screams and desires of that girl on Rosendo Lane?
are they so arrogant & self-absorbed that they can’t tend to her bleeding wrists?
do they not feel her blood drip upon their heads?
do they not feel the tears that fall from the eyes of that girl on Rosendo Lane?
that girl who’s voice is lower than the hum of hummingbird’s song
that girl who smiles
but underneath there’s a war
a war that’s bigger than you and I
and in the midst of that war is a girl picking blood covered daisies with
an unfeigned smile laying upon her bright face
that girl was once the girl that lives on Rosendo Lane
that girl just waits for the war to be over
she dodges knives and guns
while her host cries and doesn’t have the willpower to let the knives and guns drop
within her
