2003-04-10 / / / / if only butterflys cried so pointlessly theyd have never got their change

wearing shiny buttons, sparkling sandles glare in the sun

but no one seems to notice, no ones taking time to care about the details, ones planted happily in a girls dream of perfection. nice things like flowers are filling her mind with memorys, and shes warm inside and everyones proud shes believing, in more then just a simple way to live.. to depressed for a realization, what are you so sad about anyways? little girls are filled with sunshine. laughter falls down their hair. but people are chewing prozack to keep these miths alive.... youre black and your dirty, sidewalk cracks are calling out your name, you were used and you feel empty and no one notices your pain. but girls are more because they have feeling. wading in the tide... up and down and moving forward seeing days become a star filled photgraph with hopes that things dont get blown apart... your finger nails are broken your paints been chipped away, blue make up looks like face paint, that you use to hide your ugly weathered skin. now things arent so happy but who can we really blame? dont trust things to come in roses for you there all the same.. dirty napkins cheap alcohol and boys without a name. excuses seem like a distraction, to me we are the same. why fight for the gratification? no one likes you anyways. your not better then my sister and your no worse then the people i meet everyday. holding onto stale emotions you become your worst enemy, bleeding pieces of you trail across my pretty hands, stop bringing us down, my face needs a smile, so why are you still salking? dont you have everything you need? if only butterflys cried so pointlessly theyd have never got their change....... who left feelings for the women, were all distracted by our face ilusioness of unique beauty that lies underneath our skin

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