clover

Trembling,

Quivering like a leaf in the breeze,

watch me grow. Watch me unfold like a tender flower whose

petals are raw and new. Watch me peel off the dead layers to reveal

an innocent heart,

that with every echoing beat grows even more powerful. A pale unknowing heart,

eager to embrace the soft light.

A heart that will withstand all sadness just to fill itself with a new happiness,

a new joy,

a new HOPE.

Mascara Caked Lashes

Mascara caked lashes,

a blemish free face,

What's really underneath it all?

Maybe a girl just trying to find her place.

She tries to hide what she really feels

by cutting others down.

Slitting, crumpling,

and ripping their hearts,

to gain a superficial crown.

A crown which brings in itself

no deep satisfaction,

no constant reward.

yet something so many long for,

and little can afford.

For later in life,

it proves nothing but shame.

Just a few dusty pictures,

maybe a trophy or two,

with only yourself to blame.

Broken Girl

Deep brown hair, bright green eyes, teeth white as pearls. She hides from the world in her BCBG shoes, her laugh is faker than Christmas in the summer. Beyond the make-up and fake hair, I see a broken girl. The broken girl stares at her reflection in her covergirl compact. She is terribly broken. No one sees the pain she's in through her fake smiles and empty eyes. The broken girl walks away seeking someone that will see through her, and fix her broken soul.