From a Bookworm to Butterfly indeed finshed shit

From a Bookworm to Butterfly indeed finshed shit

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every time when spring comes and the first roses flower
the boy recalls the face and that single hour
when she smiled in his direction whispered and said
this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well



She took the last piece of the crumb ate it and wept
she'd made it to death and her last 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 hungers for social contact


hook

but she tried to take her life, despite the vanity in sight
it's insanity right, but this flower reached the fall
the season called her away from cloud nine into heaven
and the boy still remember that September eleventh
every time when spring comes and the first roses flower
the boy recalls the face and that single hour
when she smiled in his direction whispered and said
this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well



the emotional come back came as a sudden impact
just when she wished her fathers rubbers 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
the date was a fact and this weak flower was blooming
but all the joy caused her low powers to be consuming
even though the sun seemed to shine in her direction
she still had demons in her head from all the past neglection
the lack of love n affection from role models throttled
even though he loved her dearly she downed a whole bottle
she blacked out, fell to the floor grasping for air
this frail girl was thought as the one lacking despair


hook

she tried to take her life, despite the vanity in sight
it's insanity right, but this flower reached the fall
the season called her away from cloud nine into heaven
and the boy still remember that September eleventh
when she smiled in his direction whispered and said
this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well
every time when spring comes and the first roses flower
the boy recalls the face and that single hour
when she smiled in his direction whispered and said
this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well



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