oh, how the world
spins for you girl
stages you count to grow up

whirlwinds days, and you're pretty
but socially ugly and too
big for these days
thin waistlines equals to
size of brains

they need your smile, because
you are their constant
once thats gone
they forget why they need you

blue fingernails, dark circles
and all the wrong clothes

maybe, baby, its just a phase.


a/n- i ate the punctuation on purpose