Whitney

I wonder if she's right, to head for the sea, lilac as the night, she’ll dance and parade, make faces for a reason, her soul works that way, the shouting and fighting, slakes her release, star time’s her lightning, the eyes bear the fray, cold for the season, when she calls it a day, what comes to the wire, before she flees, is pulled from the fire, she has no in tray, Spring's done with heating, needs to be away, will she always love me ?