Nymphets like me grow up,
and guess what?
I am not any scared or scarred
In a parallel world,
Angela invited Lester to her wedding day
and it's realer than death
There's nothing to heal - no sight of old pain

Am I really strong?
I am not sorry - I am not hurt
Even if I did break a few hearts
This nymphet got a job and she dyed her hair
She got to her destination -
but she's not done yet!

And I might have to leave
all of those nymphet, stylish things
no more daddies on the scene
but my inner fire still burns deep
let me resignify what I mean
when I wear my heart shaped glasses
when I feel all pink
that's eternal, it has no age or anything

It's true, I am not ******* anymore.
Isn't that a whole lot more fun?
I am a full woman now
and I am not backing down
(I always was this, waiting to come out)
So I look in the mirror,
and my inner nymphet eyes back,
"you're doing fine, I am proud of who you are"

You were just a flavor of the week,
but I've learned that cherry wasn't my favorite.
Even though you leave me a little weak --
on my knees and vulnerable.
No matter how many times I try to savor it,
it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

There are always two side of a story,
two sides of a coin,
and two sides of a person.

So I ask you,
How can you expect your love to last
if it is only one-sided?

Fire can only spark.
Tongues are only held.
Fences are built high,
and secrets kept shelled.

Nothing ignites.
Words left unsaid.
Unbroken walls.
This love is dead.

So I ask you again,
How can you expect your love to last
if it is only one-sided?

Cherry juice and sweet surprises,
how wonderful it is that you light up my eyes.
Cold and refreshing, sip of juice, like the sugary kisses that bright up the room.
Lick my lips, smother me in your lavishing desires, as for one day we will have forever eternal love.

You came to me an angel.
With gleaming eyes, seduced.
Around your head a halo,
now become my noose.

The stars shine bright

as the moon emits light

It's all prettier than I write




I write about depression

My obsessions

and my daily confessions




It's easier to write

than to fight

most of the time




I write by candlelight

or so I wish

I instead write by a LED light

The one I bought on wish

but that's not the important bit




The sun & the moon

will always upstage

this fool

after all,

they're too

**** beautiful