Her eyes keep getting stuck and she's not sure what to do, sadly, every thought she has results in a new one of you. Across the lawn, through a window you saw her peering through. You simply stared right back; a thoughtless grin, a lesson without adieu. So, while you grin and simply stare She walks slowly, glancing at the ground. Who are you now?-What has she done? What is this pain she has found? And as she walks, she trembles, her whole body begins to ache. Then, from the cold, winter winds her lonely hands begin to shake. The window is no longer broken and the ground is out of view, the only thing she sees now is an insidious crimson hue. Never again will she know you, her hands will forever shake, you'll never again hold her, and you'll never have to fake.. That thoughtless grin she saw you give before the bullet ripped through-- her pale, white skin, hair stained with blood. Oh, what did you just do? -Eleanore