The Lonely

There was a girl
Entangled, if I may;
All the sirens silent for her
Dear, She skipped a beat
Just for me, Inside the
Trappings of a lonely person
There, She lived in me,
Fondly,
Always playing
Wonder and misgivings-
-Words, That never found
Her tiny mouth, all along
She is high up in her tower.
May I, If I might
Have certain rights, There
Was an element of anger
Humming, In, Between
The ears, For many years,
All the while she was
Surrounded,
Crowded-