Little girl wondering and wandering
This beautiful and treacherous world
Learning
And observing
She's a sponge
Unfortunately
The water was polluted
By the careless
And manipulative
By her own blood
Is that why she picks her skin off now?
To see him come out of her?
Trying to squeeze out
Little by little
Her pain?
She knows better ways too
For she walks
Dances in to the night
And reaches out for the stars
They heal her
She cries
She needs to release
I think she has wings
Will she notice?
And when she does
Will she dare to fly?
Where will she go?
I hope she wont fly alone...
(this note was written by a rocksicle because I like them better)