Round Skies

And I know a girl,
Who every time she opens her eyes,
She cries.
And the tears rake her face.

And the red marks left,
Are scars and stains,
Of the pains in which they remind,
And her eyes are seeing with only mine.

And the verbs she creates,
Are only to keep her safe,
To keep her alive and fake,
And she feels as is she should die.

And the candy stopped tasting sweet,
And the chocolate no longer melts,
Within her ice cold mouth.
And she can't stop wondering why.

And she walks in circles,
Carrying the sadness in a sachel,
On her twisted back.
And her smile is a permanent frown.

And the lies she hears,
All rest in her ears,
And the sky can't hide from her weakened eyes,
And the water she weaves is where she bathes each night.