She's got a smile and it seems to me -
so young, with ivory skin and a sincere smile,
I know it only lasts for a while, til the cold world presses
it's ugly face against the frozen glass, which we call fate.
You're beautiful, just like a freshly bought toy -
sentiments just the same, never before seen the world.
That energy, it's as fresh as freshly laundered linen
the look upon your face is so innocent and carefree,
how cruel it is to allow you to grow up in this attrocity.
Reminds me of childhood memories,
where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.
I still remember those tea parties, rainbow coloured bracelets -
we used to pass them around in the playground, us girls
giggling at the look the boys gave us as we played princess.
The primary coloured teacups and princess pink dresses,
that we used to play dress up [we're going to see the queen in london, Mummy].
The sun looked so serene; smiling down on me, as if serenading me -
the moon enchanted me too, with it's intense illumination.
Now and then when I see her face,
it takes me away to that special place
and If I stare too long, I'll probably break down and cry.
It's beautiful, watching you're etch-a-sketch eulogies,
so pretty and natural, as you wipe away words you don't even mean.
Clumbsy chalk pictures, that are as enchanting as Venus's voice
lay plastered on a blackboard; black beauty ridden by aurora,
her golden locks flying freely in the autumn wind.
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
as if they thought of rain.
I'd hate to look into those eyes
and see an ounce of pain.
Then the shadows of torment litter your eyes
like little chunks of coal, that rip apart the heart -
where once naivity was, lies ignorance, happiness slain.
There's something beautiful now, but the coldness climbs,
one day you wont be that innocent little girl I once was.
Darling, I'd ask you to promise me to never grown up,
but only Peter Pan can keep that promise.
Silver trophy winner
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