My dreams
Reflect
My fear
Of failure
And how
I suspect
It is
Inevitable.
Oh,
twisted heart,
you've
broken yourself
in two.
I can see
the final
wisps of smoke
from your flame
as I
douse it
with sorrows.
Little girl,
it didn't seem
so long ago
when you
still believed
in tomorrow.
But now
you're dreams
show
a different kind
of you.
Dead eyes
upside down
smile
Downtrodden walk.
You used
to be so
pretty.
But all
flowers
wilt away,
I understand
your innocence
couldn't stay.
It was forced
out of you
with a crowbar.
And I see
the scars.
I couldn't
stop them.
They were
Inevitable.
