Little confetti paper girl

Who's that prancing on the roof?
Who's that little girl throwing little paper conffeti hearts?
Little paper hearts that cut you when you try to catch them.
And my hands are already crimson, little paper girl.
A crimson trickle that smells of rust, and of memories of tears and of ruffled little girl wings.
Wings that will no longer take to the sky.
Little confetti hearts that flutter like little girl wings.
Memories of flight and of love forgot.
Whos that prancing on the roof?
Little footsteps on the roof.
Tippy tap of little girl feet.
Running across the redish blue darkening sky.
Dusk trickling down slender little arms.
Dance prance and skip on top of the world little girl.
Playing with paper thin butterfly wings the color of dreams.
Shifting dreams and visions play on your eyes little girl.
Red eyes the color of fervor.
Red little eyes that hint a secret of a mystery of a forgotten memory.
Little girl secrets kept between red little girl lips.
Lips that hint of a smile of a promise of a secret that was whispered to the butterflies.
Butterflies that flutter and sing of promises in the native song or flowers.
Red little poppies for remembering.Little red roses for promises kept and those broken and buried.
That is where my wings have been laid to rest.
The graveyard of dead promises and forgotten secrets.
And only the little red paper confetti girl knows the way.