Bubbles

Out of all the things bad in this world
She picked up her wand and began to twirl

Her face lit up like a fire fly
Those bubbles seem to go past the sky

She didn't think of cuts or pain
Blow with wind and bubbles came

City was in ruins and so was she but the bubbles got rid of the memories

She followed the last bubble she could see in sight
It was at an exclusive height

She ran over debris and cigarette butts
The bubble did loops, turns, and such

She blew more bubbles and watched them go
Watched them pop
Watched them float

She felt at peace with the bubbles
She felt at peace with herself...