Simple is the hardest to achieve, never satisfing your needs
hungry for opportunity bowls full of successes leftovers she receives
giving up constitly an option
pacing inside her head
painful screams of heartache
drown out any hope to view love
turning the lights on,
scares away all thoughts and feelings
welcoming your soul to an enchanted forest
creating all your dreams a reality shortly experienced has you,
face to face with a broken mirror appearance
you notice is lacking
tired of plain,
also scared to change never the less fear
has lead you astray wondering unfirmilar grounds
sanity lost places you sinking in quick sand up to your chin
you start to smile maybe even laugh
reminding your mind of all
you could never come close too
the last one to see you confessed perfection!
Krysta