There lived a little girl,
With long blonde curls,
Happily dancing her way, through her colourful little world.
Life was the shiniest of all ocean bathed pearls.
That is until,
Reality came crashing in.
The vivid watercolours of her world,
Were washed away, by realities sad grey hue.
Her once so beautiful ocean, shiny and blue,
Now covered by the remains of their emaciated bodies.
And she was just a young little helpless thing.
Absent of the dress with the glittered bottom,
And the earrings that had her lovers face imprinted.
Reality now skewed her little watercolour world, and everything seemed more blurry and squinted.
Her lovers face wasn’t anymore imprinted in her earrings,
Instead, they would come and go, one by one.
Pretending to love, making her feel, like she was someone.
They would caress her and shower her with all that bloody affection she always craved,
They had all the good looks, almost got her enslaved.
But then they would invite her over for a night,
And never talk to her again, never even put up a fight.
They would lock her away from their lives,
And only invite her back, when they were feeling deprived.
And do you remember, how in the story book, she ended up marrying Ken, and having a cute little son?
Well that wasn’t the case in reality, maybe the watercolour story yes, but not this one.
She would end up pregnant and alone,
With society hitting her like a helpless flower onto sharp icy stone.
Society would end up telling her, what a failure she was,
“So young, and so dumb, She doesn’t even have the father?”
And in all the hurry, she would see no way out,
No “Till death us part.”
None of that.
And she lived happily ever after,