I've always felt I was a sunflower
dancing around
with my scintillating akratic vibration
  the riviting opia long since latched;
  quick to your raunchy defeat
just remember to catch your breath
because so far,
every and each
lascivious contender had
forgotten to breathe.


But I just now had my
little-girl fantasy smashed wayy down
Hit with a 2x4 in the face;
it's also pretty infamous under the a.k.a. Reality,

I mean who else could cause
that severe of a frown
on the little girl
who parades around town
in a princess gown and crown?

I'm now living with Reality;
And apparently I'm ******* Snow
Cold-Hearted and Alluring
Striking was actually the word used
But Reality couldn't possibly know
who I was before I was "striking"
Besides, didn’t Reality strike me first?