There she is now,
Within shades of gloom
And phantom obsessions.
She is just a child
But the heartbreak has slowed her down,
Her feelings have been misplaced.
During the winter months
She plays with fire,
As all her love forever burns.
Pretty girl,
But tainted by something wicked grabbing hold,
Like the phantoms
In her obsessions but particularly less alone.
For I have been there all along.

- danielle