Golden Ink and Going BackI thought I was in love with that four-year old red-haired boyShining in a silver knight costume with a black dragon sewn onBecause I was in the pink Sleeping Beauty DressI was a good Belle, too(Back when I hadn't picked up a bookExcept for the blue one with the golden pagesBrimming with witches and fairies and magic)I wanted to be a princess, back thenThey were the ones who always found love, at the endI wanted to be Wendy, tooBecause she wore a blue nightgown and learned to flyNow, I'd rather be Peter Pan, honestlyBecause he managed to swerve this whole ordeal of growing up(And maybe a little because of the flying)
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page, [dragon's blood and phoenix down]And her Prince Charming has yet to come, [glass slippers shattering like stars]So all she can do is gaze out her tower window, [enchanted forests concealing poisoned apples]Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade, [cursed beasts tearing down castle walls]Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
What If “If you couldn’t see to sew, what would you do?”“Well, if I couldn’t see, I guess I’d take up pottery.” “And if you couldn’t use your hands?”“I would play piano with my toes.” “But what if you couldn’t hear, what then?”“If I couldn’t hear, or see, or use my hands then I would build a thousand sand castles with my feet.” “What if you couldn’t use your feet?”“Then I would roll my body in paint and fly across an empty canvas.” “How w
I'm UglyI know that I’m notI know that you knowThat I know that I’m notBut I feel like itOh God, I feel like itI know I’ve got clear eyesAnd lovely hairBut when I look in mirrorsThe imperfections scream‘Till the tiny cracksBecome huge gaping holes That I’m terrified you’ll seeSo please,I need to hear itTell me that I’m beautiful
If I was a GodRed on the ends, up the stone stairsover fed and contentDo.you.think I can't see you?Ignore memy small heartbeats for a small bodybraver than yoursstronger than yoursunder the sun SERVING me, barely holding up this thin frameIf i was a god and madeyou and you walked away from a clear image ofme like a blind man,I would kill you.
Your Crazy Is Showing!An intake of airA horrified stareYour secret is out And causing them doubtYou've flashed the whole worldManiac unfurled