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She lives in the hole
Inside of a well
How she really feels
Know one can tell.
She hides all her secrets
Never talks of her feelings
Her brain in a bucket
Her mind always reeling.
Her eyes so dark
Mystery's her middle name
With the touch of her hand
Your soul she could claim.
She's always so cold
With not a stitch to wear
Her heart on her sleeve
Is completely thread bare.
And yet she can smile
And still look quite sweet
To the people who peer down at her
From up on the street.
She is lost in the well
With no way to escape
She's tried before
Left with bruises and scrapes.
In her own way she's happy
She finds her own peace
In her mind where her friends
Have taken up lease.
So she sits in the well
Staring up at the sun
Bidding her time
Til thier time is done.
© C. Haggerty
Inside of a well
How she really feels
Know one can tell.
She hides all her secrets
Never talks of her feelings
Her brain in a bucket
Her mind always reeling.
Her eyes so dark
Mystery's her middle name
With the touch of her hand
Your soul she could claim.
She's always so cold
With not a stitch to wear
Her heart on her sleeve
Is completely thread bare.
And yet she can smile
And still look quite sweet
To the people who peer down at her
From up on the street.
She is lost in the well
With no way to escape
She's tried before
Left with bruises and scrapes.
In her own way she's happy
She finds her own peace
In her mind where her friends
Have taken up lease.
So she sits in the well
Staring up at the sun
Bidding her time
Til thier time is done.
© C. Haggerty
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