She talks about all these things and wishes it was the very same feels, for every other single person – they only ever knew her soon as she flew the extraordinary coop
Who knew before? Altogether everybody… except… Mishandled She
See… What she carried with her was this particular and seemingly so peculiar instance, stretched graciously amidst
All these problematically inclined people – no need for this utterly unpardonable attitude to a most upward-curved cause
She will never judge, but neither will she admit to fail to have her own alabaster, stone-glass say
Her day came way back when…
We tracked her dangerously modest brilliance and fell gloriously so, in-love with this sugar-blossomed dove
Her wings sing for themselves even when she’s missing
