If I could paint my face in womanhood
I'd curl my lashes; stain my lips bright red.
Then finally I'd be the girl I should,
But I'll just let you see my flaws instead.
The day I found I could drink coffee straight
Was when I knew I'd lost my innocence
Because children cannot appreciate
When life's bitter. They crave benevolence.
The one tree I could never climb mocks me
From my front lawn and drops sap on my car.
If I could reach the top, then I would see
Exactly how small people really are.
I'm groping for the light. I've lost my way.
It's still dark in the middle of the day.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
If I could paint my face in womanhood
I'd curl my lashes; stain my lips bright red.
Then finally I'd be the girl I should,
But I'll just let you see my flaws instead.
The day I found I could drink coffee straight
Was when I knew I'd lost my innocence
Because children cannot appreciate
When life's bitter. They crave benevolence.
The one tree I could never climb mocks me
From my front lawn and drops sap on my car.
If I could reach the top, then I would see
Exactly how small people really are.
I'm groping for the light. I've lost my way.
It's still dark in the middle of the day.
Sonnet
