Her carousel lights
Dance before my eyes
Like spinning wheels
Across a sugarcoated sky
And I wonder
If forever could live through violin
Would it capture the ballad of her sins?
For she has sinned long and wide
With a heart to match her head of pride
And if ever did she slowly subside
She'd live just to be buried alive.
For low and haughty, did she fall
Down the precipice of candor's wall
And for a pretentious lie, she stood tall,
Only to fracture her head of a doll.
After long lived nights
Her parasol dies.
She drowns to feel
Yet honey-suckle rain dries.
And I ponder
The sweet memory of what has been,
Dancing in footsteps, oh so, saccharine.