She created starry nights through the creases of her eyes
But without your vision present you never visited her skies
All her problems laid out through the hazy misshaped lies
She whispered words of hope and praise so you'd forget there was despise
And as the minds eye wandered, a tune began to trail
You followed it until you tripped over her stars that we're impaled
Upon each star a word was found with broken poetry
The rhymes began disappearing almost hopelessly
'Your Mona Lisa's dying the cuts went too deep and the time spent together is falling from the tree's, as the season's change can't tell her voice from her screams, but the hero she needs doesn't realize she bleeds.
Save me'
