fierce looks from her olive green eyes, 
yellow peaks to shine as arised-
a plane has been waiting for her to arrive
when all she’s been told was a lie 

her line of thinking was dead 
she convicted herself that she had lost her spark 
yet she doesn’t know anything outside of the dark,
outside of this small town, 

the beds have stayed made for years 
dusts from the people that once called it home,
the memories-
it keeps the little girl’s life that she had lost 
What was she like when she was growing up?
it blended into an unknown, 
when candle was already blown - (12th bday)