I Wrote This Because I'm Bored. Sorry.

This is my flower girl

To me she is the world

She dances with silver bells

Wrapped around her wrists

I've never heard a melody

Quite like this

There was sand slipping through her fingers

While in this place she lingers

Though her fate was for the past

Her dancing was too fast

Fans of red

Folds of fire

It wasn't what she said

That made her a liar

Memories were lost

As she fell through the sky

A girl that ran away from herself

She always wondered why

There was the longing

The wanting

And then there was laughing

Then there was taunting

This flower girl

Told stories

But like a flower

She didn't last

My flower girl

That meant world