I was a desperate terrible teen
And no all those years, were never green
Now that i lay here lying in smithereens
I think green was a color that never actually truly suited me
And blues...were well blues
For if you ever find yourself a green man
And ask him to show you his,
You will be out of count
my friend...
Let me tell u this..
As it has always been

Give me something of yours that won't die....
If you are reading this, thanks for your TIME!

Love was lying there
Begging her to hold his hand
But she was afraid of losing her stand

She always wanted to be Jo, always
But she was always scared what if she was Beth?!
The thought made her gut churn,
she felt pukish , horrified
She looked at her bitten nails....
The sweet sickly Beth
Who cared so much
And made herself sick
Caring about others
About things
With no lover
Only her family
All alone
With worries...
Beth was not a warrior
Just a worrier
Worried sick

She knew there was nothing of  Meg in her, nothing
Meg was too safe
Too practical

But there were parts of Amy in every march

Each one of them marched to their own beat.....
But  Beth was just a beating heart....
Or maybe she was just a coward
A true hamlet  trapped in endless to be or not to be
She will make you want to throttle her and save her at the same time

Beth needed sacrifice....
To survive
Or was she the sacrifice?!

Willow will you weep for me?!
Or are you already weeping for someone else...