I am a child
Made of stars
Earth
And Sky
From my pen
I bleed my soul
From my eyes
I prove a lie
My skin it burns
With forgotten touches
Underneath its layers
To my bones
Flowers grow inside me
Petals wilting
Colors fading
Dying tones
On my arms
Are ladders
Climb up,
Gateways to my veins
A winding path
To my beating heart
Sadness
Wrapped up like chains
There's oceans in my lungs
You see
Galaxies in my irises
Dreams clinging onto my ears
So when my head is down
They don't fall out
But my eyes hang not
To tears
I am not special
I am not one of a kind
I am simply a strange girl,
With a failing heart,
And a dead mind.
