Young, lovely girl,
stop painting your lips with red,
stop sloshing your face with powder,
stop flashing that fake and practiced smile,
stop that laugh that sounds so girlish,
so unimaginably plastic.
stop wearing clothes so tight,
so über revealing.
have you forgotten? have you forsaken?
the times when you were happy.
the times when you were young.
the times when you were you.
for when have you stopped living?
when have you stopped breathing?
you have given in to the changes,
you have become a barbie doll,
an ugly slut, an over-accessorized and overly-vain lass.
where is your innocence? banished, together with your virginity.
so cold, so devilish, you are no longer a child,
but a product of vanity, of absurdity and heartlessness.
young, lovely girl,
look in the mirror,
and see what you've done to yourself.
you have taken your innocence,
the truthfulness in your smiles,
and replaced it with emptiness.
so shallow, so worthless.
young, lovely girl..
what have you done to yourself?
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hmmm “Cruel Poetry”? hmmm I guess cruel is too strong a word to describe this … I’ll get back at this… when I find the right word.
It’s kinda cool though!
TC and Happy New Year!!!
Posted by John at December 31, 2006, 3:10 pm