"I closed my eyes and I saw her, again"

It was a cold morning
The whistling wind brings nostalgia
I closed my eyes and I went back to the innocent days
She's smiling
With wires in her head greatly organized —
she's not in chaos
With heart as light as the feather
She's smiling
Sweet and fragile
With a pen and paper on her hand
She's smiling
She knows it's another day to collect words
Words that'll ease every single ache in her system
Words that'll become an antidote for her poisoned what ifs
She's smiling
Unfamiliar words make her happy
Fancy metaphors makes her heart beat so strangely
She bleeds on paper
It's her greatest sanctuary

Rain