She's the color blue So deep she cannot move Through her eyes she speaks To your heart She's a hurricane A storm you cannot brave Instinct says fear In words so clear And she's a little girl Eyes closed on the tilt-a-whirl Can she see the arms Waiting below? She's the saddest poem That you ever took to bed In candle light Questions burn bright Cast through imagery Of love denied and pain that follows Threats unrealized And speaking ghosts with hearts so hollow Sits a little girl Reeling in an imperfect world Writing in rhyme Frozen in time How many times has she Awoken from the dream Suspicious of Scars left behind? And what is the cost? For, surely, there is a cost To live the verse Perverse and so near Ink and pen describing Blood and sweat and fear devoured by The spider of the web that Leaves the heart that loves unconquered She's the saddest poem Yeah, she's the saddest poem She's the saddest poem Yeah, she's the saddest poem She's the saddest poem