Twisted

How sad can it be
That a twisted girl as she
Needed know for the sun to rise
Before she wills to close her eyes.
Yearning for the songbird's sing,
For the silence does so sting.
A quiet girl as she
Needed the day to see
Before she allowed the fright
To leave with the night.
What a twisted girl is she
Waiting for the stars to flee
Before she can rest her head
Atop a sun lit bed,
And mingle with her dreams and be,
That twisted girl is she.