A laughter
A quiver
A sensual sigh
A lover
A fighter
She never asks why
Perhaps she will
Perhaps she should
Perhaps she should let some things go
A dreamer
A doer
A wonderfilled sigh
The skies go from blue to grey
A hurricane upon her
Sharp objects flying left and right
Bloodstained T-shirts
Sweatshirts, held sleeves
She no longer dreams of tomorrow
A dreamer
Of Wonderland
Where such things can't happen
A wisher
She doer
She knows how to get there
She looks up
To the cloudy sky
For one last, sad time
Her friends cannot speak
Her enemies shout loudly,
"Oh! How awful for it to have ended so badly!"
But she looks down upon them
Free, free at last
But she cries still, silently
She cannot hear the birds
She cannot stop to smell the roses
She cannot see the green rolling hills
She cannot taste the salty sea air
She cannot touch her lover's skin
And she cannot feel love anymore
She misses these things
And these things miss her dearly
These things will soon come to her
A laughter
A quiver
A sensual sigh
A lover
A fighter
Asks "Why, why, oh why?"
