Via, Via, Valleria
Sitting in her galleria
Surrounded by her playthings, and what not
Ashen skin hidden within
In her satin, velvet exposition,
Behind the robes and ribbons
In the most awkward position
“And why always these games we play?”
She questions now her disposition
“Why like children, day by day
Toying with the words we say
Playing with their feelings
Like a crystal ball, and leering
As they cry once the game’s over
Once it’s time to throw the cold shoulder
Once it’s time to show emotions
We get scared; we get cautious
We bend backwards, always trying
To keep him and her from crying
Steering them in a direction
That might expose true affection
Questing always for the thing
That’ll allow one’s soul to sing
A joyous melody
A tune to praise
The heart and soul
And perhaps raise
Another miracle”

Like Valleria
Always in her galleria
Surrounded by her playthings
Behind her velvet ribbons
Tied in a most awkward position
Striving toward your eventual vision