Gone

Tired to try cry or die.
A dream since five
To herself lest she lie,
Long dead and wry.
She was no more shy.
The bed was empty,
the lights were all on.
A girl just twenty
She was long gone.
Who's to stop thee
A world to see
On the count of
One two three
who's now free?
she.

∮Crafted On : 1st January 2026