In her failed love?
On the dick of her average lover?
In the hands of her affectionate parents?
She wouldnt know, it was too late to matter. She swung her legs rubbed her hands in wait. The wind brushed against her average body where an abonormal spirit was growing. She turned to look at the valley her innocent eyes had never seen and her spirit grew to raging heights. She leered, smiled and howled...
Her innocence had died. Her spirit broke free. It was a mad affair I saw in her eyes today.
P.S.: I need to find this woman. Please please someone please tell me whos this lady with an album called vespertine. PLEASE!