She wears peace on her fingers and butterflies on her neck.
She does a lot of things that she almost regrets.
Daisies on her toes and diamonds in her nose.
Covers her face with her hands. Draws his name in the sand.
Tries not to cry when everyone is watching, her tears refuse to fall otherwise.
Like a tree he stands tall. He leaves, her whole world falls.
A stranger came and picked her up. Offered an ear and a tender look.
She searched for his face in the forest of disgrace.
She cries out for the one that holds her heart in his hands.
Locked up is where he stands, leaving her in a world full of vain.
The stranger comes, calls her name again.
Digging her own grave.
He takes away the pain.