Hush hush little baby, hush
I said as I put on a dress of such beautiful shade, maybe near to blush.
My eyes pondered onto the child that was once showering in its own cries
and a little part inside of me confirms that my sanity finally dies.
A roof, nourishment, and a layer of clothing that fits
I sigh, smoothing down my dress until reality eventually hits
my heart not only takes its plunge and splits
but my soul has gathered up its dirty pieces and its little painful bits.
I throw myself in the biggest fire of hell
thinking that, "oh, maybe my pain would finally seize down and dwell!"
it was my loss because my body started to hazardously swell.
I died, and my spirit came clean
nothing was left, not even my spleen.
I never comprehended why I was so keen
to know why life has thrown us into jeapordy yet it still asked, "what do you mean?"
In every of our fantasy scene
all we've ever wanted was to be a queen
whether my body was slim or too lean
all I wanted was to be a beautiful teen.
I ate my pride
yet it later on killed me and I immediately died.
Wow, what a great day to be alive
my eyes flashed before my eyes as I was somehow able to drive
I went too deep into the mud, ironically because I wanted to dive
my gut was waiting for the right time but I was too late, because instead of counting up to three, I counted on to five.
Stupidity is what every human thinks their blood routes from
but hey, if you spot an angel, would you ask their angelicalness for some?
Ha, a funny thought but I think that's what I'd end up doing
it's an action I would definitely end up rueing
and my life that I'd try to be putting back together, even in the simplest ways of sewing.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
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