She was alone.
Not by herself.
She sat alone.
Surrounded by a hundred.
Buried beneath a smile.
And a toss of her hair.
And a scent of florals, and cotton, and smoke.
Hidden of course.
None make sense.
Follow your heart and you will see.
Open your eyes and you may still be blind.
Who can walk along? Who will walk away?
Run girl, run.
The big bad wolf is already inside.
Already in your mind.
Already in your heart.
Run run away.
Stand firm,
Stand tall.
Call for me. You should call.
I know what you are I know where you are.
And I know how fast and how far you'll fall.
Listen to the ever green florals that sing in the sweet rain by your window.
Listen to the sound of your sadness.
Be sad.
