|The Tower by Rebeca Bashly - LEA|
She shed a tear, a tear so blue, a sadness, a fear so true. She hummed that song ever so low. She whispered a whisper of growing woes. The mirror is unflattering. It reflects a blue pain of strange eyes so foreign, a pearly regret or two lost on the eyelashes. Red combed hair, red lipstick, ready to go out, make-up and all. She hangs up the phone, and sheds a tear, a tear so sad, a sadness so blue.