when I was little I was always bubbly and happy
over time things changed
the smiles became forced
wanting to dress up and stand out became wanting to seem small and fit in
wanting to love turned into doing anything for love
I hear all the time "just wait till you get to the real world"
but what if I've already seen it
what if that's what changed me
I once was a sweet happy innocent little girl
I'm now a shell of what I once was

Please,
Do not carve wounds upon your skin,
Do not let your blood spill thin.
Instead,
Carve pain in words upon the sheet.
Pour your sorrow out in ink.

I tried looking away
your beauty still lingers on me
mesmerizingly evil.
A shame to look at
I rather bleed on paper.
A sin to think about
I much rather talk in sly secret.
Suggestions?
Being fed to the wolves isn't too bad.
get away from this dangerous,
Devious thought of
desiring you.

Exquisitely surrounded by the color of peace,
Out of your face jumps the notion of

"how can this be?"

Your eyes look down to move forward

As if
the floor is lighting up taking your steps.
Behind you the sun sets,
your highness?

"where is your crown?"

The golden curl leaf's match your red shades,
in between the weeping cherries are white heels

Only you
can tie your hair up
wear a light green dress
and runway walk in a garden