Can You See That Girl?
By
Vivian Rose
Can you see that girl?
She's sitting by the fountain,
The late autumn wind playing with her auburn hair.
Can you see that girl?
She's sitting on that bench,
Dressed so darkly to shield her bruises.
Can you see that girl?
She's sitting in Central Park,
The stress of worlds plastered on her face.
Can you see that girl?
She's sitting in New York,
Where her kingdom once stood, on the steps of the Met.
Can you see that girl?
She once was standing tall,
Until they broke her down; the queen dethroned.
Can you see that girl?
She's sitting in New York,
Waiting for him, her last resort to help rebuild.
Can you see that girl?
She's sitting in Central Park,
Waiting for him, her last resort to help relieve.
Can you see that girl?
She's sitting on that bench,
Waiting for him, her last resort to help her heal the wounds.
Can you see that girl?
She's sitting by the fountain,
He's playing with her hair, telling her it will be okay.