They didn't seems so harmless when I
realized –
That “any time I would hunger and
thirst
I could be filled, I just had to ask
first,
That Santa Claus was real, just a wish
away,
and if I wanted something, I just had
to say,”
Is not how the world or the girls there
would play,
That “people are kind, want to help,
tell the truth”
Can't be assumed without absolute
proof,
That “it doesn't matter how comely or
homely you look,
Because everything you need to get
ahead is in books,”
and just being pretty won't get you off
the hook”
Won't fly in the real world. I sadly
mistook
“There is somebody out there who's
just right for me,”
For something other than romantic
fantasy.
The foundation optimists gave me
couldn't help but crumble.
What was left was just tripping-height,
and I stumbled.
I had a chance to build a new world,
without all the lies.
I just had to listen, to be stung one
more time.
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