All The Things I Want To Say But Can't

d i s a p p e a r

She wanted to be the color of the sky.
They assumed she would use body paint.

No, it was a knife,
And it would've been her fault, if anyone wondered, 
If anyone asked, if anyone bothered.

She wasn't a bad woman,
But her mouth was as sharp as nails

And her heart was full of love,
But that love always came across as anger.

But she was never angry,

Always passionate,

Tender with her lover.
When she's passionate, she's fiery,
And why shouldn't she be?
There's too much wrong with things.

But she cared more for children in mountains
Than for herself on her hill she lived on.
One day she considered jumping off

Just to see if she could fly,
Or plant a rose bush just to see
If she could blend in with it.
Maybe she could disappear into the ground
And nobody would know it.