chica42's Journal

these are all just old poems that im posting

this girl living in a dream
had no voice of her own
nor had she love to speak of
and no place to call her home

she found a guy wanting a good time
but being a girl wanting more
her tears fell on the journal
lying in the bottom drawer

wishing she couldnt feel
his flaws became her misfortune
loaded words controled her
as she brought her self to the point of distortion

the worlds a devils playground
more perplex now then its ever been
a common sight
her writting her document of departure
she was never modest, nor unsure

she became a porcilin princess; a delicate delight
dancing to the rain fallin on bars tonight
she became a minds prisoner and a hells priority

in the end she's no minority

so i ask
proceed with caution
and a minds ease
when death comes
there will be no please...

as impartial inequality died with humanity
so this mortal unspoken gospel
was gone when the blood shead
and the cross fell...