Floods of the unforgiving tide
rush in to captivate our feet.
Knee-deep in this hateful sand
we stand, our feet planted firm.
But it was always easier to fall
than to be thrown to the ground.
You were the first one who taught me
just how to be a beautiful fool.

I pretend I do not know what it's like
to grow up with two people
who hurl words like knives
who use their daughter as the scapegoat
for the problems they do not wish to deal with.
They have taught her to conform
but as she refuses
and so, she is tortured emotionally.

For then she hits thirteen
and she is awestruck by some devilish boy
who takes her on her first trip that she experiences
while intoxicated by love.
One of the side effects is blindness.

He knows exactly what she wants to hear
and he sings it to her, ever so delicately.
She will never want to let him go.
As he wraps her around his finger
she begins to see the danger
but she wants nothing more than to indulge.
She loves him, forever and always
and desires, hopes and wants nothing more
than to be his
*beautiful fool.