Nothing is soothing me
In waves of repercussions
I tremble with silent hands
that hold horror
Stories to rich to sell in awkward
Tongues that speak while lie
Awoken from inside sprout their wings
Nothing to grasp and my words did not matter I was shattered in beautiful little pieces too jagged to be found amongst the stones of the coast where all her childhood dreams were cast
Nothing lasts in happiness-
That you can take back