No more reasons
No more excuses...
I'm sorry I'm not your little girl anymore
The daughter you want me to be...
Nothing,
nothing to say...
I look in the mirror
and what do i see...
MY inverted eyes are on the rise...
Into the Darkness
Down farther we go...
In the depth's of my soul exists a secret place,
created long ago when still an infant at age four...
Porcelain
smooth as sin...
It starts with just a dot
but begins to grow...
The cherry blossoms
They Sing in the moon lit night...
You stand on the bridge
they beckon below...
She keeps her chin up
but casts her eyes down...