Naive Girl

My Peace

She wants to scream, she wants to hide

"Go to the darkness" and she abide

Her mind was aching, rolling, swirling

And her heart did nothing, but unleashed feelings

On the corner of her room, her favorite place

She always go there on her lonely days...

So that means, she goes there everyday

And her mind is always distant... Far far away

On the same corner, she likes to draw

She's an artist on her skin but no one saw

She's no ordinary artist, her paintbrush was a knife

And unlike others too, her art could take lives.

But then a thought would pop up her mind

It was you, in blue, one that's hard to find

She could hear your voice, still fresh and clear

You, saying, "I'll always be here."

She stopped to draw and put herself to bed

Your image, your face, is what's inside her head

In her stinging mind, she actually felt bliss

You know why? It's because you are her peace