purposeful things will always be ripped from her
her hands burn, swollen from the misfortunes
the small angel she gave life to won’t turn back to see her view
View that she dedicated herself to
as he’s blinded by the man
He can’t see the value
the melodic thoughts are slowly erased
For her sense has left her
nothing to embrace except for the sheets
though, she never lived in the solitude
through the curtains, the warm rays kissed her pale cheeks and opened her faint eyes
it irks her
Oblivious, she doesn’t realise
the rays of sunshine were the only things left for her -
The only warmth that will pay a visit to her and her powdery room,
the only quality that will blossom her inner desires