oliviavuo

No poetry was written, No fairytales were read. As if it was forbidden, By the monsters in her head. And all they thought was silly, Was quickly thrown away. By a girl who had to grow up, By a girl who couldn't play. All her dreams and fantasies, All her fears and hopes. Thrown in a bag of garbage, Balloons and skipping ropes. The teddybears and puzzles, All had to retreat. For new puzzles in her head, She never would complete. No poetry was written, No fairytales were told. Her eyes spoke of a sad tale, Her hands were always cold. She thought of no white horses, For she was no princess. Her life was about papers,