rain slows till its no more
sun shines down and birds start to sing
the kids come out to play in what is left
of the beautiful sadness

~K.C

you say "**** what the world thinks" as you try to reach its expectation of beauty, you strive for acceptation even if you have to be less then 10 pounds to get it

or that you "don't care what people think of you"
but you try so hard to make everyone like you even if it means that you are not really you

isn't it strange how we say one thing and do the opposite

rain drops down my blue umbrella dropping to the gray pavement the sun hides beneath the blanketing clouds

Once there was a little girl
full of hope and love
skipping, smiling

oh silly little girl
seeing bruises and hate
seeing reality, the way the world was
oh little don't cry this is how the world works

you had the prettiest brown eyes I have ever seen,
yet they have cried more tears then could have existed,
I love your brown eyes that can see past my walls
your beautiful brown eyes are like the stars
your brown eyes light up my life