Just Two And Half Years

I mean for no mean

For that little thing

Soft voice and sound soul

A fur swaying over a string.

Heart of innocence

And those eyes for a look

Shut the door at her dreams

But she is an open book.

Soil up in the midnight

Sweating all over that day

I wish it never been happened

Poor of hers with those bunch of pray.

I know I cant feel her pain

Not even console her wounds as a whole

I could just show my rage

Not another girl should make through that hole.