She was the kind of girl who believed in true love.
She believed in the fairy tales.
She wanted to believe that was enough.
She just wanted to get out of this jail.
She wasn’t pretty.
She was magical.
She had the heart of the city.
She was angelical.
But her mind was dark.
She would sit in the park.
Watch the little kids go by
Wondering why.
She was a little girl who grew up too fast.
She lost her innocence when she was only five.
When she cried, it was the last.
It was the water, where she dived.
She would hold her breath.
Open her eyes.
See a flash of death.
And in her heart, she dies.
She grasped for air.
This life wasn’t fair.
And yet for some reason she cared.
She was so unprepared.
She wrapped her arms around herself.
As she put her mind back on the self.
In the depths of her mind.
She was undefined.