A poem written door me. :]
Snow, snow, u are perfect.
When u fall down, u are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.
We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick u up, ball u up,
and toss you.
Then we get cold.
We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.
Why, snow, why are u so cold, so numbing?
~
A new girl at school is seen door the queen bee.
She is approached.
The queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.
She isn't skinny, nor is she fat.
She's just right.
"Want to come eat with us?"
The girl eagerly nods and walks to the 'cool' table.
They become good friends.
Till the queen bee does the unthinkable.
She spreads a rumor.
Of course, the poor new girl never had sex with
the queen bee's hottie of the week.
The girl is marked off as a whore.
She wonders, why is beauty so cold?
~
Snow, queen bees.
I must ask you.
u are so beautiful, yet so cold. Why?
~
Snow, snow, u are perfect.
When u fall down, u are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.
We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick u up, ball u up,
and toss you.
Then we get cold.
We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.
Why, snow, why are u so cold, so numbing?
~
A new girl at school is seen door the queen bee.
She is approached.
The queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.
She isn't skinny, nor is she fat.
She's just right.
"Want to come eat with us?"
The girl eagerly nods and walks to the 'cool' table.
They become good friends.
Till the queen bee does the unthinkable.
She spreads a rumor.
Of course, the poor new girl never had sex with
the queen bee's hottie of the week.
The girl is marked off as a whore.
She wonders, why is beauty so cold?
~
Snow, queen bees.
I must ask you.
u are so beautiful, yet so cold. Why?
~
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale of some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life of the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life of changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at u for years. but, sometimes i can taste how bitter i've become...& its meer then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what u DO with the gift of life, that determends who u are. the pain u feel...its normal. let it go.
u think?
yes. u need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
u can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what u DO with the gift of life, that determends who u are. the pain u feel...its normal. let it go.
u think?
yes. u need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
u can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...