A hint of despair,
Frightened and cold,
She sits in a corner
With nothing to hold.
Empty promises,
Lies upon lies...
Death to the dying
Food to the flies.
A long time since
Light met the ground.
A glowstick given,
A shining found.
(A promise?
A ring?
No more lies?
A heart to bring?)
Confused as she is,
Holding onto this light,
An unsettled smile
Glows in the night.
Time and again,
She adds a new light.
Fireflies burning
Burning so bright.
Flickering in numbers,
Something so bold...
For the first time in long
She has something to hold.
Frightened and cold,
She sits in a corner
With nothing to hold.
Empty promises,
Lies upon lies...
Death to the dying
Food to the flies.
A long time since
Light met the ground.
A glowstick given,
A shining found.
(A promise?
A ring?
No more lies?
A heart to bring?)
Confused as she is,
Holding onto this light,
An unsettled smile
Glows in the night.
Time and again,
She adds a new light.
Fireflies burning
Burning so bright.
Flickering in numbers,
Something so bold...
For the first time in long
She has something to hold.
Tsume 11/4/10
