Quiet. moments. that. count.
When a girl takes her mind and places it at rewind – all of the times when Daddy dearest meant for her playtime to be the greatest memory on this hurting earth
Shy and crying, these tear-drop eyes have seen many a sacrilegious thing
Yet, onward and upward she must go … no less under-qualified, no less petrified

 By the dimming of the light … the dip and the dive

Of a father’s favourite friend’s over-invested hand
The truth will ultimately out, and he will remain the chosen one, for sticks and stones to break his interfering bones … and naming him shall forever shame him
She is a stolen piece of art that cannot but evoke atrocious emotion …
And he wishes to Christ that he could take this angel to heaven and proceed to spell her name in the stars