ingridnolson
Fallout of love with the thought that you think. Eyes burning with the things that you have seen. Lie own and sleep for just one more day.
Wash away the day. Wash away your past regrets and mistakes. All in the same water you used the day before. Better just, to not bother at all.
Smiles are like masks showing the world exactly what you want them to see. Pity that no one pays attention enough to see behind them. Like the closed blinds of the neighbors house no one can see the destruction within.
Wave around your hands to do a little magic all on your own. Your wand is broken but your imagination is alive and well. We've created whole worlds with brand new rules where chaos reigns because everyone is free. We've stayed here for hours and the day hasn't even started yet.
Magical only in your mind as you scribble down the last words of your dying day. People will never see that there is wisdom hidden in those eyes. At just fourteen what of the world could you have seen? Broken and shattered as your life may be that graphite wand with all it's powers can slowly chase away the remnants of a bad day and bruised face.
Upon miles of fairly lights. Hopes of little girls to be more than just a wish. Dangling and letting them all fall apart they're pulled and tugged and stung, because their dreams of being more than just a wife long ago, like the wash, have been hung to dry.
Trade something for what it's worth, a feather a sliver. Of just a little bit of hope and the smallest amount of rain. We waited for our dreams to fly away and found we were left with nothing more than a symbol of what was once meant to be great.