ripped and broken and shattered in Thoughts.

She was shattered,
broken glass on floor with
rose petals, or blood..
a combination of both.
There were lies behind her eyes.

She twisted time in her mind,
wringing cloths to keep moving,
always moving,
never keeping track of what to say,
which story to play…

Maybe it was just a dream.

She was spinning round,
you grab her wrist,
you grab her, tongue twisted
and deceive,
Painting lies that we believe…

Never really sure of who
is honest.
Never really sure of what
is real.
Never really sure…