She sits at my window, her face white
A flower in the middle of darkness
Her black marble eyes sparkle as if with tears
As she stares blankly out at the stars
Her hair is as thick as her secrets
Her mouth beautiful, bitter red wine
She speaks not to me, but somehow I know
That she lives in her memories of invisible scars
Quite delightful the days were for this girl
Back when the days were all spent with Him
But colored leaves fall and freezing winds come
And time takes so much promised love away
With her young, abandoned heart broken,
She asked the stars for a new form to take
A life without the dangers of this kind of pain
She felt herself fading with the light of the day.
She awoke to find her face cold and hard
Her hair was arranged in a new, ornate style
Reverently she touched the fabric of her kimono
And realized her hands were completely white
So now here she is, chance brought this doll to me
I stare at her, wondering if she can think or feel
And what if she wonders the same about me?
Sometimes that thought keeps me awake at night
