Without noticing I turn my heart inside out every time he smiles,
His voice is the lullaby of a spell I can never seem to break.

The fist sized organ goes by no name but most times she is the
quiet rage of a girl buried in timbers.

Her insides are covered in delicate softness that nurtures his needs at a whim.
She gives and gives and gives, even though she knows he throws away everything he takes.