I am a good girl
                      I am Innocent...

I am a good girl
I am clearing clouds, to show you starry eyes,

And newly blooming flowers of light within.

I am a good girl
I dont want to hold onto all of this,
onto the unnecessary,
Onto bad things: that tell me I need them.
I just
Want them.

The winds of my mind ******* away and I fade
I am empty
And I could just...
disappear
Into thin air

But yet.

My skin holds me, so that
I will not vanish
into the grey.

I felt him, I loved his voice, I loved his superiority
I love the idea that he's secretly gaurding me

A father, the owner of his daughter,
But no, it's the other, not my father that holds my laughter

It is him that shows me the love in places to go
Dad never showed me inspiration, truth in morality, to water me gently with truth to grow...

My Mind, flipping and turning left and right, as if my days are restless nights...
My Soul, a tight rope built into my gut, that is being walked on far too much, and now its due to snap...

my soul rests upon flower
beds...
loves me, loves me not as she
picks at their heads.
she runs to and fro,
she comes back to her bed
a dead, headless flower...
no colours seem to show.