Thou thow though she was just a broken thought.
with scatterly scarced throughout the air
bitter pieces of broken glass of a broken heart and just so torn apart.
Bitter pieces of damaged and despair you can barely tell there was anybody there.
She said that she wouldn't know what to believe since she's been belittled for so many years now she barely can dream. She can't seem to see she could be far and in between for her scars could bleed of blood, as she could have been unforbidden for she could have been a given.
You could take all she gave that she solely had for hidden in the last of her own visions.
she could not see the picture of the world with her own eyes for she felt like she was blowing her mind. Nothing made since at all anymore in times like this beyond her yore, but time and time again she wanted to believe what was to be unachieved. She want to be as beautiful as can be so she can be loved and that can carry through a vast outlast of her what was not her past, but what her future could be shared but not with the unweary of dimensional doom, but with the bright shadows of sloom, it could be like a colorful tune or songs full of blooms. though it may be a distant dream it could be reality, maybe only if I truly believe then I could truly see that this dream could be the better part of me. If it was just not a fantasy then I could be what I truly thought that I could be, and that is to be loved by not just by you but by me too.