Nice

What am I made of that I do now see
Sweetness and zeal has not carried me
Into the arms of a steed-mounted world
Humbly before you, a mistaken girl

Cast your hand again into the deep fire
Include a prayer to ward off The Great Liar
So the next heart may see with clearest eyes 
You were just hoping to help the girl rise 

Amber Jade

She clutched with warm, weakened fingers 

At the cold, cold concrete 

Fallen 

On purpose to remind herself

She would never, never

Never, never win that dance

In the contest she didn’t know she’d entered