The room was quiet
It lost all the sounds of the world outside
I was still but bored from what I couldn't hide
I didn't want to talk out loud
About myself or anyone else
In dresses for the thin I hid my bones
Begging for dreams to come true
One foot two shoes
I'm not chasing after you
Or dreams of using
I've moved on somewhat singing like
A song
Loves songs gone in the marrow of things to come
I've moved on
Whispers on wings of unsaid things
Time on my hands left in the bed with Terror on my cheeks stained red