ima write a poem for you all xxx

Her eyes are glassy,
they blink with suprise.
Of what she's been throgh,
she often lies.
Her heart is troubled pained and bled,
from all the things her father said.
She doesn't know what went wrong ,
she thought she was built up and strong.
She thought she was ready to let go,
but then again how do you know?
Her heart has worked it's way into your head,
her heart is heavy, full of lead.
She won't get attached ever again,
she'd rather keep from being insane.
The world will turn without her there,
people will love without any fear.
The world will go on whether she lives or dies,
the world will continue to tell lies.
Because the worlds an imperfect place,
when bound together the last sets the pace.

lots of love from Taz