She's dressed all in black and
fifty shades of gray
ripped tights and a
jaded look on her face
but her eyes tell something deeper
there's a fire burning bright
some have tried to cheat her
bur she was born to fight.

She feels forgotten now
lying on her bedroom floor
so small inside her head
but her heart feels so much more
it's dark outside, and silent
hours from the sunrise
her thoughts are waxing violent
slaying fears, tearless brown eyes

It's been the longest week
every minute lasts an hour
she throws her hair up carelessly
and stops to pick a flower
she tucks it up behind her ear
and smiles at a stranger
she's welcome and accepted here
the sunshine entertains her

She inhales peace and
exhales weight and lets the world spin slower
a haze of smoke and memories
she knows that nothing owns her
life is a gift and just like her
it's short and tough and lovely
she whispers, "nothing's as it seems"
her dreams so far above me

She's deep, contemplative
complicated, funny, smart
she lives like shes a paintbrush, effortlessly making art
leaving a trail of beauty through the boring and mundane
she'll captivate you gently
and you'll never be the same.