she's wonderful
she's invisible
she's the heart of the world
she's the story untold
sometimes when noone can see
i touch her shoulder
and she looks at me
and i tremble at once
a feel like a thief
though she smiles to me
she's in grief.
gorgeous blondie
what do you see?
black branches of trees
and no release
hazel eyes in november
pupil shows the rope
and while she holds to it
she has hope