She has no clue
As she sits there
That I'm so close
A pane of glass away
She's sitting on the floor
And looks like she's resting on the beach
Knees bent
Torso and arms making a triangle
With the floor
And her posture would indicate
How comfortable she is
Unless you spied the bindings
Her face is calm
Unless you noticed the tears
Her smile is serene
Unless you detected the grimace
A doll on display
The very last thing that should
Be gawked at this
Freakshow
She's beautiful
I wonder how to steal her
Make the tears belong to me instead