Pale beauty

White as the cold snow,
pure and gentle is your touch,
you are a blessing.

Shamelessly destroying our fantasies

Hiding from the truth,
as if fear comes with it.
Not much can be done,
much less said in the present,
what we all want is not all that pleasant.
Cursing the sentences that debunk our lies,
we watch as another child's fantasy dies.

Hope for another shot at life

Shot after shot,
you miss your own heart.
Trying to end it all,

just because of one missed call.
Your life is worth so much more,

it's not worth giving up because of that stupid old bore.

Don't you know,

he is a man-whore,
he is not someone you should adore.
Open your eyes,
and look around,

you'll miss the fun,

and I'll miss your beauty.
When everything is done,

you'll be happy for what once had to come.