she says
shes bent but not broken
this girl, not yet
shes so far along now
her words, soft spoken
the portrait on her wall
it warps with the weather
in the heat of the summer
may her heart melt together
she hears
these empty words you say
this girl, shell listen
they dont mean anything
not now, anyway
her desperate mind
it travels often
in search of a home
far above its coffin

(im not in love with the last four lines, suggestions?)