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Fairy Tale Measure
She was fifteen that day, pink hair with purple stripes
in a pony-tail style no one could impersonate
in the eatery hall, she’d sit and stare
At all the faces around her
until she knew her own was just right
Down the corridor you could hear the struggling
orchestra play as if it were the soundtrack to her own
life already deflating, you could always here her scream
To the tempo of her own promises and dreams,
She would laugh and oh, how she would sing how
It’s amazing how much imagination one has
when life's big pictures are only found through squinted print
And where does one hide
When they’re too afraid of just what they might become deep inside
Cause speculation’s never felt so dis-configured
How can she advance the measure if she never knew herself?
And yet she'd say "I will get out of this place, this county will no longer hold me down, what a place, and poverty, what a stricken disease, if the rich won't find the cure, well then i guess, ...guess I'm all on my own"
wow, really saw myself in this
'She was fifteen that day, pink hair with purple stripes
in a pony-tail style no one could impersonate
in the eatery hall, she’d sit and stare
At all the faces around her until she knew her own was just right'
i liked that cause it's very true, but not something someone would normally notice
'It’s amazing how much imagination one has
when life's big pictures are only found through squinted print'
and that because i think its beautiful and suitably poetic, with a nice amount of edge
=)
lauren x