Bittersweet
Once I heard a story, a long time ago
A story that was so bittersweet, it would make your mouth water
Your stomach would cringe and your pulse would rise to new heights
A story so cruel and true, none has ever been heard before
A story of a young girl, so beautiful, so bold
Whom took such a daring attempt at life, she was overly loved
A girl whom took the flowers for granted and cursed the sky above
Such a young girl infatuated with the mirror, she noticed no one
She lived in a world of dreams, and X’s and O’s
With her hair tangled within her pen as well as her head
Pantyhose and mascara overcame her in times of need
In time, they betrayed her instead
For never once did the sun shine on her face
Never did the sidewalk lead her way or scab her knees
She wondered, awry, in a world of her own
A world that was so misty, a world that often leaves
Often did it leave her behind, dragging along
Never did she notice, for the mirror was always there
Nail polish and carpet stains complimented her well
Striking the bathroom door obscene and bare
The stars meant nothing, as did the grass
There was nothing of much importance except the thought
Of plastic spoons just weren’t meant to last
How sad…
Never once did she stop to see
Just picked the rose with thorns and began to bleed
Never did she try and love
Just decided it meant nothing and blew it off
Never did she make one with reality
Just pictured life as a living fantasy
How despairing it is to live a story as this one
How regretful it is to go unnoticing ones own life
But if the mirror was to ever be broken
Oh, how much pain it would cause, how much strife
I remember once hearing a story like this
Quite some time ago
As the bittersweet words brought tears to my eyes
I knew, like her, I had to just let go
January 1, 2010
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2010
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