Bratilda Brattington
has bristly braids that bend...

"I'm not in love with you anymore"
The words still echo off the door...

I sit in fear as
the daisies' laugh with vengeance...

Rainbows glisten
chanting their happiness...

Gently swaying in this rocking chair
as lullabies echo through the air...

Memories
littered with confusion...

Mary had a silver blade
silver blade, silver blade...

Success
perseverance, motivation...

Laughter plays softly
upon my gifted lips as...

Words elusively step beyond reach
teasing me with avoidance as...

What am I feeling?
It's hard to say...

Your heart breaks
Shattering in my grasp...