suicides in cotton candy coating
till its sticky like
the kisses on your
cherry little lips
from lollipops spinning
till you fall too far
and dream of merry-go-rounds
as you sleep with all your shame,
thinking you might just
to wake all the way up.
And aren't you just lovely?
as your dancing in the rain that falls
beneath your shimmered eyelids
in the dress you made from
peppermint string and sequined daydreams.
It's your little sugar-soaked world
of pretty pretending,
covering the much too acidic lies
when you said you were afraid to grow up,
what you really meant was that you're afraid