The Way She Feels.

Her heart's like an open book for the whole World to read.
She's a drop-dead beauty,
Sensitive like bruised bad apples.
She could learn to pity fools,
As she's the worst of all.
Her heart stopped beating-
Such a softer Sin.
The sky is falling from the ceiling
While she's tucking fibs into a cookie jar.
So it seems she's someone she's never met.
She wants to go where everyone feels the same.
All her life is but a dream.
She's the smoke,
She's dancing fancy pirouettes.
She was born with the curiosity of old crows.
A daydream spills from her corked head and breaks free.
And when she's lonely in her darkest hour,
She's not satisfied with where she's at in life.