little soul

Her eyes deep with browns and golds Collecting all the stories told Unveiling fragments that i hold Beneath lost youthful pain When clocks would tick a daunting song Gripping grass and hanging on The blades like glass Once-upon-a girl digging her way through the dirt, up to her skirt Rather whimsy, roots as limbs, she's drifting like a shell So little and versed so well Hospitals with seething smell that i grew to know and like Glitter paints and dense balloons Cramming colors and toys into the song of time left as death looms My childhood ended My childhood ended My childhood ended with her life