28 February 2013
I guess I'm a young cursive girl, stuck in a print kind of world, my heads in a dizzy my soda's not fizzy my hair is flat. Others are curled.
I am a daydream gone wrong My head is a screech not a song but for my dear ma and loving papa I guess we could all play along.
The heart of a poet, but soul made of steel, Not knowing or caring if your love is real. Damned straight from birth Is this what I'm worth? The only emotions I'm doomed now to feel?
Smiling and shining my sunbeam your way yet slaving and slaving the whole of the day The sun shines its last The moonlight is past My skin and my heart are a sick shade of gray.
Cursive Girl - Limericks • Opuss № I