Windows of Her Soul



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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