She covers her words
With a sticky paint.
I barely see through
To the person whom I thought I knew.
He wishes on pennies
But they just get crushed on the tracks.
Leaving him without hope
And a want to turn back.
Time. It’s something she thought she knew.
But even it left her
And now she’s wondering what’s next,
And how did we get here?
So fast. As the world seems to turn
And I’m thinking he could be the one
To set her free
He could be her angel if he hadn’t burned his wings.
He’s a person on the inside, but out here
He’s invisible.
And she tries to hide her pain,
But her scars are fresh, new, and visible.
Despite the pain they endure,
Mornings wake them with a sigh and a shove.
Through the bruises and scars and tears and blood,
I still see the people I have loved.