Hummnig to Whistling

There she was,
humming a tuneless song.
The backround is fuzz,
Something is wrong.

She doesn't wanna go on,
to the ground she falls.
She's on her lawn,
she breathes then bawls.

Her life is a mess,
but she tried her best,
torn lacy dress,
this is part of her test.

A bird comes along,
but does not bother,
He whistles his song,
She starts back like a toddler.

There she was,
whistling his song.
Gone is the fuzz,
she will move on.


Niki Lu Voie

by NikisNightmare
posted on 11/03/2009