she was 12,
of course no one believed her.
she was 12,
of course she was blamed.
she was 12,
of course she thinks its her fault.
she was 12,
of course they laughed at her when she opened up about it.
she was 12,
of course she thought it was love.
she was 12,
of course it was the clothes.
she was 12,
of course she couldn't press charges.
she was 12,
of course it still haunts her.
she was 12,
of course she's disgusted by her self.
she was 12,
of course she wasn't taken seriously.
she was 12.

Euphoria lifts, a sky so blue,
Dreams feel endless, vibrant, true.
Then comes the plunge, a silent ache,
A quiet storm you didn’t make.

Highs and lows, a pendulum swing,
Joy and sorrow, the gifts they bring.
You’re not the extremes that call your name,
You are the fire within the flame.

In the balance, you’ll find your peace,
Moments of calm, where fears release.
A soul so deep, both wild and wise,
A tapestry woven of lows and highs.

"They say dreams come true.
aren't nightmares dreams too?"
She said
"My biggest nightmare was when
  I dreamt of falling for you."
  He sighed
"Guess dreams do come true."

Words sometimes don't make much sense,
But linguistics is not my field of study.
Vividly and unusually. Picturesque.
Remember to stop drinking coffee and take a look around.

If every bee
Was limited to one flower
We wouldn't have pollination