LisaMarie

LisaMarie the maiden so fair
with gospel eyes and midnight hair
those smooth hands pass over fire
baking bread over wire
with star pupils
and river lips
that drink cocoa in careful sips
ruff tree bark skin
a shell for the soft woman within
the august voice she portrays
changes colors like leaves and like the wind sways
LisaMarie, dear LisaMarie
kind and diffrent as ocean and sea

LisaMarie sat by the lake
watching the other side
to be born was her only mistake
nothing soothed her cries.
And though so fair
very lonely was she
fallen down the stair
of open opportunity.
Soon darkness came
and there she stood
looking at her reflection
and wondered if she should.

Along dawn came
and she stand there teary;
she had no family to miss her dearly
her life would stay the same.
To the lake she plunged.

LisaMarie, oh LisaMarie
one life paid the cost,
LisaMarie the maiden
once and forever lost.