A Land

Feet touch foreign land

Loud drums beat as her heart race

Beautifully broken,she was,she is,how she wishes for a hand

And whispers suffocate the innocence of this forgotten place

A place of childhood dreams

A place where she feels normal

Where nothing is what it seems

Her insecurities didn't feel so wrongful

There are flowers that could walk

Nymphs that could talk

Passages through trees

Tatooed henna keys

Colorful stars that fall like powdered rain at night

Eventhough her soul isn't pure and bright

And her face is wet from her silent cries

They see her as the little girl and dry her eyes

The glass breaks from her little teacup

To the real world she glides

Letting her know her time's up

And her memories of these events hides.