Honeysuckles and lullabies on her tongue...
Wildflowers in her hair and wonder in her eye, she set out to make "great" better, but fell short just short a concrete rose...
Beautiful and hard, she saw her way through life by letting them look and want...lust after an innocence they didn't know had been lost along the way...
Everyone else is the problem--no one could possibly understand her plight;
have a heart to care about why hers had grown so cold...
Forgetting that there's no warmth to be found wandering outside--only empty lives there and she,
With the smells and songs of yesteryear...of simple and sweet gone by--of innocence, lost.
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