Spiraling out of control
Was this one untouchable soul.
Speaking out of terms,
Love is what she yearned.
Crawling back into her bubbled space.
Was one beautiful, painful face.
She dashed straight into the road.
With just one story never told.
Laughter drowning into the ears.
Phrases after phrases, backed up in years.
She counted all the hours spent to rescue herself from wreckage.
Under the rocks and over the bridge.
Life has been not so good while she stepped backwards into her past.
Bad doesn't always last,
She was misguided as she unmasked.
Set forth to guidance, sitting by another unmarked task.
©terrylin53
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