Blizz the divine - from bookworm to butterfly

Blizz the divine - from bookworm to butterfly

She took the last piece of the crumb ate it and wept
she'd made it to death and her quest saved her the rest
a depraved teen, eighteen with an urge to be seen
class mates serving her mean remarks in this scene
alone in the classroom, blocking the stares with the desk
cornered by pupils not baring the prayers off her chest
finding words curing, a bookworm letting fantasy loose
releasing this leech of the surrounding cancerous abuse
refusing to loose, this malnourished bookworm will flower
crooked by power, she's finding strength from the prose
to later be putting pen to the paper quenching this rose
her petals is chubby, the glasses reflect beauty when seen
the next verse will put you in the most beautiful scene
where this dandelion will become the head of the pack
rising from the concrete not to be heading right back
learning to stand up for her self by beheading attacks




The thorns got clipped and the rose got watered down
soaked in comments about relief but it sorta frowned
she put the crumbs down, she refused to eat and sleep
read and weep, this flower hunger for social contact
but the emotional come back came as a sudden impact
just when she wished her fathers rubber wasn't intact
this lonely scrawny boy caught by her very shy vision
the first smile in three years breached her mind prison
she was a fine Christian, by the words from the book
this boy caught her eyes as a simple nerd by the look
observed by the crooks n bully's she made a move
sent a simple note that a bit later proved to improve
a week later a shy boy called her house over the phone
her father answered and the boy asked if she was home
she sat on her bed all alone reading her scribbled journal
she answered and it brought light to this little infernal



.....to be continued...