and tucked them in her pocket
to save them for a rainy day
when it wouldn't matter if
she fell down in the mud
the world would just wash
her away......
in just a grain of sands time
she was nothing but a memory
a nightmare
to be buried with all the rest
a unmarked grave to hold her
corpse with the other
scattered dreams
she's just a piece of paper
to fold down in origami
make a twist, bend her to your will
color her as you see fit
and put her in a pocket
she choked to death on lint
she 's just a piece of paper shaped to
a butterfly, those damn tears
weigh her down and
wash her water colors away
in a rainbow streak of mud
it was the crepe paper princess
the decoration of misery, she was
the queen of envy
a little winged baby girl to carry
my shame and guilt
she was my daughter and I
love her ever more
http://www.darkpoetry.com/node/work/113821
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