she's the girl in the window

a child, she seems

eyes as fresh and blue

as a summer rain

but eyes that have thunder

hiding in their depths.

a soft white dress

tied in a delicate bow

silken, as blue as her eyes.

she looks like an angel,

but she certainly isn't.

watching from the window,

looking down on the peasants.

her playthings, really.

she knows of their pain

knows how to help

but she's causing the shame

watching from the shelf.

above everyone,

the innocent child

is not so innocent anymore.

she's killed hearts

smashed them to dust

all because she thought herself

simply wasn't enough.

the appearance of innocence,

of a child, a baby.

and she is the opposite,

appearances only trick.

watching from her window,

the beautiful girl

looks down on

a breaking world.

and her heart breaks for it,

for what she had caused

but she simply can't stop,

she does it because

she really loves them

with all of her heart.

so having to cause them such pain,

tears her apart.

she's trying to teach them,

how to live with the pain,

it kills her when one,

just can't bear it anymore.

it causes her shame,

that because of what she did

one less heart is beating

it's time is done.

the child in the window,

with such beautiful eyes,

really knows so much,

her appearance only lies.

the appearance of Despair

does not suggest her name,

but everyone's just a player

in Life's horrible game.

Lauren 💛