Most days
I'm treading...

Children are supposed be so wild and carefree
but thats not what they want us to be...

With the feet of a weary traveler
and trodden down heart to match...

A long forgotten princess waits
for a prince charming who never came...

Fear stitches my lips shut
sealing my unspoken words...

Doe eyes and blue lips
caught in the land of dreams...

A traumatized mind
a ruined soul...

A broken soul
a shatter heart...

I split us apart...
through all the deceptoin...

Shhh little one
talking without permission...

When i felt so out of control
so lost, so empty...

Beauty and grace
a voice leaving men...