Concerned concentration for the jovial one – girl/heart/alienating environs which stitch her mind immediately right by – the saturating weight of the artistically driven world outside: S-w-i-m-s and fair lucidly as though… everyone else had to have been too busy to care anymore… flapping their wrong-wings and bringing the whole house down immediately-right-round-about these crumbling knees

Only ever honouring themselves and utterly asphyxiated till terrifically tied

To the jaded, tired, tried-and-testing p-l-o-t
Eagle-eyed territory albeit d
rowning deliriously, decidedly within – Soon as the sinking intelligence of the sophisticated sophomore pen suddenly manages to mark…

Their favourite-best resting place…

And with a pretty-little-preordained footnote red-ribbon cordially wrapped till wholeheartedly prepped and prepared aside preciously ready

To disguise them from all of the other flap-happy-fools…

Intricately guided by the insides of her favourite-best mind – a-r-i-s-e

Version #2 – ‘Coping Like Crazy’
Concerned concentration for the jovial one – girl/heart/alienating environs which stitch her extrapolating mind immediately right by – the saturating weight of the artistically driven world both inside and outside: S-w-i-m-s and fair lucidly as though… everyone else had to have been too busy to care anymore…
 
Only ever for themselves and utterly asphyxiated to the jaded, tired, tried-and-tested p-l-o-t
Eagle-eyed territory albeit
 
Drowning deliriously, decidedly within – Soon as the intelligence of the rigorously riotous wrought-iron pen suddenly manages to mark
 
Their favourite-best resting place
And with a preordained footnote to disguise them from all of the fools…
Version #3 – ‘With A Fair Degree Of Bleeding Desire Between Her Twisted Fingers’

Concerned concentration for the jovial one – girl/heart/alienating environs which stitch her mind immediately right by – the saturating weight of the artistically driven world outside: S-w-i-m-s and fair lucidly as though… everyone else had to have been too busy to care anymore… flapping their wrong-wings and bringing the whole house of sharded cards down immediately right-round-about crumbling knees

Based in an invisible reality and crashing – ’tis the real wrought iron artists who truly oughta care for f-r-e-e

Only ever honouring themselves and utterly asphyxiated till terrifically tied
To the jaded, tired, tried-and-tested p-l-o-t

Eagle-eyed territory albeit drowning deliriously, decidedly within – Soon as the sinking intelligence of the sophisticated sophomore pen suddenly manages to mark their favourite-best resting place

And with a pretty-little-preordained footnote red-ribbon cordially well-wrapped till wholeheartedly prepared and preciously ready…

To disguise themselves from all of the other flap-happy-fools…

Intricately guided by the insides of her favourite-best mind – a-r-i-s-e
With hope in your hands, namely a pen which masterfully substituted itself for her favourite-best eyesight a long while ago…

A person ain’t a person no-more unless, of course, they can somehow manage to cope with and carry

A fair degree of bleeding d-e-s-i-r-e between their twisted fingers