tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

careless crowd-ninety eight

crowds in different colors
all in late December
happy Christmas music fills the air
and the shouts felt so sheer
the crowd gathered around,
excited about something that seems eventful
and then you'll see with your naked eyes
a girl between the yell of lies
a girl lost in the crowd.
she was shy and closed as an untouched flower
she was uncared for and left, useless
well, she was still standing
and the crowd is still around
they can still catch her,
and love her,
but they did not.