Rises to the dawn of her own sun.
Sings out longing for only one.
Looks for a place to come undone.
Reachs for a piece of anyone.
Laments for a dream that will never come.
Mean and Unclean, her life has become.
I posted a few new journals at once because I never have time to get on the internet any where, and I don't have it at home yet.