So for once my summer has been pretty boring (so boring, in fact, that I can't wait for school to start again *shocker*) and I've not really been inspired by much. As everyone knows, it's hard to write about things when you don't have an inspiration. So I figured that an old(ish) poem of mine would do.
enjoy.
Pretty girls
Will charm the pants off
Pretty boys
Will break your heart every time
Pretty people
Wearing pretty masks
Pretty things
Weren't ment to last
Fearless children
Running wild with the wind
Wishing I could be
A fearless child once again
Because if you hide in the shadows
Thats what you become
And if you tell yourself lies
In the end you will succumb
To every wish and hope and fear
To every dream you've dared hold dear
To all the blindness you can't see
And yet another long list of tragedy
You don't have to be pretty
Or fearless
Or dream untouchable things
No need for the consequences
Of what hopes saying when it sings
Just have a heart
And a will
A thrill
For the un-probable
This is what makes pretty
This is you,
Un-stopable
