Oh honey,
you're far too young to believe...

I fell in love with perfection
silly me, forgot perfection doesn't exist...

A girl stands near
with pretty coral lips...

I stand on the edge and look over
but is it really my fault that i got here...

Her lipstick colors the rim of her cup
bright red against the sparkling glass...

All the pieces fall to the floor
All the pieces shatter into more...

Its not really poetry
but isn't it pretty...

I tried to love truely,
I tried to cry quietly...

Remember all these things I'm saying
I couldn't tell anyone else...

I had to be reminded of something
I said a long long time ago...

This little girl with her big sad eyes
looked up at me like she was going to cry...

A blue and white bulb fills a box.
You open the cover and see the words she wrote...