This is a story.
About a girl named Maybelline.
With Champaign hair that bubbles in the sun
and eyes sea green, just like her mum.
That saw the world in shades of roses.
……….
And so this story goes
her features did flourish,
and soon men’s gazes did begin to amble
to that Champaign hair that seems to bubble.
Approaching with soft sympathies
and witty smarts,
made Maybelline giggle
out her holy hopes.
……….
Naturally then there came a point,
where dear Maybelline
imagined her white-laced starts
to this man who only stole hearts.
Under that slanted steeple, down from blueberry park.
………
Innocent Maybelline, had yet to learn
of wicked tongues
and stronger hands,
that leave ruby stains on this once cleaned bed.
………
Unexpected, as the chaste do often think,
to find a belly full of different kinds
of new beginnings.
A kind she named Anna JoLee.
With hair dark as gloom itself
and eyes sea green, just like her mum.
Anna JoLee will see a world in only slight shades of grey
and pray for death to take her away.
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