When she became the prom queen, She was the prettiest thing they’d ever seen. Soft gold curls spill over her back, Bright green eyes, no sign of decay inside. A spotlight shines down enhancing her cream-colored gown. She beams as she accepts the crown.
She kneels down and throws up blood. Her head comes up in a white marble tiled bathroom, Starting to stench. Staring deep into the reflection in her mother’s mirror, Slowly withering away.
Pills spill around the room Sitting by the window She stares into the sun. Waiting for a crimson bouquet, And a plastic tiara
She powders her face, Peachy pink cheeks on pale white skin. She colors her lips and paints on a smile Slips on a dress that flows to the floor.
They call out her name, Lost in a daze she walks out on stage, Stands all alone. And when they crowned me the prom queen I was the ugliest girl I’d ever seen.
Dear Queen, Are you real? Or just part of my imagination Cos lately you've given my eyes an occupation Staring at you is work, and everyone in the room is employed That sharp dress cut my tongue out and got me speechless If the dress could cut my head open and read my mind The only thing it would see is a reflection of itself Cos all I think about is you, and you may not be real But you're true The silence you cause in the room, when you walk in People stop talking, its akward. You're on stage, you steal everyone's attention, like a thief Attention is really cheap, but not everyone pays attention. Its crazy right? How a queen falls for a pauper The only way I could ever leave, is if I ...
Yours truly the boy at the back
This was something I wrote in 5 minutes, hope its good