Unspun

The ocean of her eyes, tears run
Towards the setting of the sun,
This girl, her mystery lies done
Her life, her story yet unsung.

Towards the setting of the sun,
Lost, alone, she’s bleeding crimson,
Her life, her story yet unsung,
Crying for some absolution.

Lost, alone, she’s bleeding crimson,
Soundless thoughts that scream and beckon,
Crying for some absolution,
Not understood, her life unspun.

Soundless thoughts that scream and beckon,
This girl, her mystery lies done,
Not understood, her life unspun,
The ocean of her eyes, tears run

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