She prances around the room,
a light shinning in all its glory,
so gracefully,
yet painfully.
As behind that web of pure innocence,
and childish dreams,
lie a tired,
dead soul.
He turned the heart of a young child,
black;
He painted a sea of darkness for her,
all because he lied.
He,
who she called,
Daddy, lied.
Dancing In Between Dreams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-lied/
