just / before / it ends
how stupid can one little girl be.
for the simple elegance of human touch can make one fall deeply for another.
that's what happened, to the little girl.
her dainty hand to his shoulder, his hand cupping her waist.
as they danced their waltz, gazing into one another's eyes.
how stupid can one little girl be.
for she longs for the love of another, but when one attempts to give it she politely declines and runs the opposite way.
how stupid can one fucking little girl be.
why is it when she opens her mouth there is nothing to be said, or too much to say.
her vocal strings collecting dust, as her blood seeps from her everlasting wounds.
will she ever speak?
stupid. little. girl.
