11 March 2013
A girl so fair and young was one who held her tongue. She spent much time all by herself echoed by cries she'd sung.
On a trip into town, the girl wore a frown, a bow, stockings, and a tear-stained gown.
While walking around, she fell on the ground after tripping on something that hadn't been found.
She wiped off her skirt, examined the dirt to find a lonely, glass boy, abandoned and hurt.
He wasn't real tall, but instead, quite small. She fell fast in love with the icy, blue doll.
Right from the start, a skip of her heart, a feeling of change, a found missing part.
She took him to school. Kids were just cruel, but they couldn't break her; she shined like a jewel.
She sang late at night, free from their sight, to the little, glass doll: her only delight.
Like a bird and feather, in grey or gold weather, the girl and the boy were always together.
He fueled her white smile even just for a while. And she filled his cracks that ran a good mile.
Their souls were entwined and fears far behind, but no one had mentioned that fate was unkind.
As the girl grew older, sparks began to smolder. She could not grow up with him on her shoulder.
Time progressed right on, her love for him near gone. She wanted to be free again and broke her tiny pawn.
In the middle of the street in a manner not-so-neat, the tortured, broken, frail, glass boy smashed beneath her feet.
In the months that came thereafter, the girl was void of laughter. With rue she knew her lovely boy was all that she was after.
Glass Boy • Opuss № I