blue and blonde, it cant be true

[beanpoophead]

Desperation burns
those pretty blue eyes
watch her hair fall
grazes the ground
sees the sun shines
and she wishes it would
fall... too

and she knows
there’s not much beyond
the blue and the blonde
that apparently
make things ok
cos she’s always been
pretty, somehow

do you remember
when she was
happy
could smile
a million times, times two
but you can’t remember
what didn’t happen

feeling the burn
of tears
in the corners
and she’s cold
despite all the warmth
pushes away the hands
that hold hers

blonde and blue
it can’t be true
she’s too young
to be like this
so far away
you cant make her
she won’t stay

cos she’s not ok

 

[-|Twiztd|-]

you didn't get many reads of this one: i don't know why, it's a great poem: