There's no hint of confidence
- she sees the world through a blue lens,
All's brighter, the sky falls,
She finds herself trapped between walls.
And it does not end with melodrama
- when not home, when far from mama,
She still tries to dominate the band
With possibility at hand.
With her, every moment's on thin ice,
Dependent whether she'll believe one's lies,
If she accepts one's truths or not.
To her, every word means more than a lot.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
شِعرA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
