I was once a little girl
Holding my box of crayons
And my picture of a princess
Who I would bedazzle with color
Her dress,
As blue as the tears
She tried so hard to hide
But as soft as the sky's
Gentle blanket
Her skin,
As fair as the cold
She never could escape
But as pure as the air she breathed
Her eyes,
As grey as the storm
That rumbled inside
But as content as a layer of fog
Her hair,
So fiery red as the heart
She tried to conceal
But as vivid as the cunning of a fox
I'd color her,
Pretty,
Pretty as she could be
So that no one ever realized
That I colored her pain
To look like me
