Exchanging Gifts
She dances with the darkness around her
Bare feet on the cold ground
Her body covered in her own self inflicted scars
She has a soft smile on her pale lips, as she\'s embraced again by the darkness
Her body is like a dew drop in the morning sun, glistening and beautiful
Soon evaporating into nothing
Becoming one with the air around her
When night comes back it kisses her body
Allowing her to exist again
It is then and only rhen with the rearrangement of her molecules
If she allowed to wear the heart on her sleeves
She walks among the blades of grass
Taking in all the damage that the sun has burned in it wake
It breaks her heart to see the sun bleached and dead beauties the sun left behind
So she extends her hands of healing kindness and begin to revive and heal the damage left behind by the imperfect sun
As she does so she exchanges pieces of her self and in return all is healed around her and she absorbs the damage that was inflicted upon them
It\'s only when the rain comes is she allowed to wash away the damage
The only problem with this is...
Here, right here...
It rarely rains.
R.B.2.3