The fell like dying butterflies
That had been touched (Inappropriately)
By a toxic disappointment.
The light fled from their eyes
Like fairy tales
From a teenage mind.
Burnt, Eroded, Corroded
Too much water
Rushing over, smothering emotion. Glossy and Smooth.
Someone to show off to society
(OOoo look what I found! How Pretty!)
A one way ticket to being a saint.
(Satanism?)
Can't a girl rock in a corner anymore?
Mommy's at the bar
Daddy's no where to be found.
There are no butterfly kisses here.
Where's a fallen angel to turn when white gates are closed?
Would you turn to the black gates?
Wouldn't you?
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Tue Feb 26, 2008 1:17 am
