As she lifts up her head gazing into the void
She unknowingly leaks through the windows of her soul.
She was just a girl but very much on fire
Till the winds of this life blew out all her desires
Like a fragile cracked piece of very fine china
She holds everything in refusing to get aid
As she lifts up her head gazing into the void
She unknowingly leaks through the windows of her soul.
With every drip that drops she really does believe that one day everything will be okay
All the while attempting to wipe the pain away
The wounds remain fresh no matter what time it says
She refuses to be naked and dresses up the pain.
As she lifts up her head gazing into the void
She unknowingly leaks through the windows of her soul
- Edith B
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