She's the color blue
So deep she cannot move
Through her eyes she speaks
To your heart

She's a hurricane
storm you cannot brave
Instinct says fear
In words so clear

And she's a little girl
Eyes closed on the tilt-a-whirl
Can she see the arms
Waiting below?

She's the saddest poem
That you ever took to bed
In candle light
Questions burn bright

Cast through imagery
Of love denied and pain that follows
Threats unrealized
And speaking ghosts with hearts so hollow

Sits a little girl
Reeling in an imperfect world
Writing in rhyme
Frozen in time

How many times has she
Awoken from the dream
Suspicious of
Scars left behind

And what is the cost
For surely there is a cost
To live the verse
Perverse and so near

Cast through imagery
Of love denied and pain that follows
Threats unrealized
And speaking ghosts with hearts so hollow
Ink and pen describing
Blood and sweat, and fear devoured by
The spider of the web
That leaves the heart that loves unconquered