She's beautiful
made of scraps and pieces
behind the veil of the net
can you feel
her frozen breath?
She's so here because she's not there
She's not real - but yearns to be!
So filled to the brim with empty feels

Through the cracks of her life
something pours!
What's keeping her down - what makes her come out

Tumblerette - that's her
I am back, will you **** me under
again?
Is there a superforce watching
over my webpage?
I feel the pull of the past,
the pull of life
this is a different ride,
I could swear

She's coming to life
she dies, she dies, she dies!
This was beautiful
but it wasn't real...
yet there is no beauty
that completely misses it