There she goes wandering
silently thinking to herself, pondering
what she is to do with her life,
thinking about her old history with a knife,
she shakes the thought away
and goes on with her day.
There she is
with hair of red,
trying to wash it out in the shower and she goes to bed
thinking that maybe blue
will have to be her something new
that will keep her occupied for a little while.
There goes Marzia walking
down the street with her camera while she's talking
to herself to calm down
because she's been lost and her frown
feels like it's been on her face for too long,
so she shuts out the world and plays her favorite song.
Marzia Adella Rivers is her name—
she's a young soul who's lost her flame.
'Marzia's gone too soon' they said,
and maybe they're right and she's better off dead.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
