a poem about a friend

Someone I love
She feels emptiness
She wasn't made by machine
She is alive
Her life is nothing but music
For Sara andRylynn Ryan she would give the world

She means the world
Me she loves
You can tell her life with music
she trys to fill her emptiness
She at times doesn't feel alive
Shes scared of Hosbital machines

We talk on a machine
She had the world
She became alive
Writing she loves
Her writing fills half her emptiness
She relates to music

She loves music
She like a national translater machine
dancing fills half her emptiness
At a carnivel she won the world
Reading she loves
I thank god every day shes alive

without her I wouldn't be alive
without her thre would be no music
the things shes been threw and yet she still loves
She was brought back by machines
On a string she held the world
Her life is NOT emptiness

Her heart is NOT emptiness
SHe makes me feel alive
At once she sat at the top of the world
With her life is music
She was saved by machines
Skinny jeans she loves

Her life is emptiness so she fills it with music
She was half alive so they saved her with a machine
she had the world but gave it up for love