The Truth About Forever
Is that Bright And Shiny Morning(s)
Are for the Lucky One(s).
At Second Glance,
The Little Prince won't come
To The Rescue,
Which means She's Come Undone.
The Girl Who Played With Fire,
Was found Running With Scissors,
Saying, "Someday My Prince Will Come,"
Unaware of The Slow Vanishing.
She'd Fallen
And become a Loose Girl
Who live in The Glass Castle
Full of Disenchantments and Stolen Innocence.
She was A Woman Betrayed.
She wasn't Lucky.
Counting The Hours,
She learned
Certain Girls aren't Those Who Save Us.
And That's How I Live Now.
Good luck to all those who enter!
Oh, my gosh. That is the coolest thing EVER! I'm going to have to go check out Janet's Blog now. I love your poetry. Seriously so awesome.
ReplyDelete@Peggy, Thank you very much!! Janet's blog is awesome and helpful to any writer, I hope you like it :)
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing!! And, I guess you already have the book I was gonna give you for Christmas.
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