Karen Elson

There once was a time when I was a girl
that darkness hunged in my sky
I was old before I learned to be young
stone cold till I learn how to cry
and the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin
it's taking a lonesome girl's heart
I will go where the stolen roses grow
to forget that I have fell apart
the thorns on the roses cut through my skin
the vultures flew down and then pecked
what lay on the surface was a tiny crack
and below was a gigantic wreck
so I held my head down and I dealt with the blows