Mellifluous Murmurs

Hurt

I've come to a decision

of where I don't want to spend my life

with a man,

if I thought about so 15 years ago

then trust me, I would've

packed my bags and ran.

It's 2 A.M and I can't stand, 

I can't stand the fact that writing this at 15 

makes the trembling instinct

reach my poor and fragile hand.

I look in the mirror 

and all I see is a lonely old 

soul with a lonelier dream,

that is,

unable to redeem.

I'm sitting here with zero

destiny to love, 

but hey, at least I'll remain 

a girl that has moved on to 

become a white dove.