Her Soul Unnamed

She doesn't have a name you say? I didn't know they came that way, I think she thought she nearly knew her name was something bright and true like marigolds and poppy seeds it doesn't matter.............. what she needs, is so much more than just a name, she needs to try to be the same, as that young girl in mauve and blue, who lived to fall in love with you. who draped her sweet sad soul around, the closest thing to hope she found, who shaved her head to make to make your coat, who tied her dreams around your throat, who drew you pictures of the flight of angels through the dead of night, Go back and tell her you regret, the things you did,she can't forget, nameless now forevermore, an undeserving metaphor for those you threw out in the rain, innocence............... thy name is pain.