You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
