One day when her hair is no longer tangled in the wind, you will know that you never succeeded in stealing her innocence.
She is mad
Yet she is magic
She is wild
And she is free
The best way
To tame her crazy heart
Is to simply
Let her be.
Why does she have to be put together
Why can't she be broken and cover her scars in rhinestones
I take these tiny crystals and I tie them up with thread
I sew them in my scars before I go to bed.
The darkness lived in her
She wore it like her Sunday best
For darling was there any other way.
She was an earth angel
The rarest and purest of forms
Her tears dropped holy water
And her smile cast a spell of grace.
Her hair sparkled of rubies
Her soul glistened with light,
Her heart was made of flowers
Now she’s building a new beautiful life
The angels were riding with her
Along the road she had to go
Now their coming to dry your tears girl
Your power is starting to show.
She is Art.
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Trena Pearl
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