Jan 25, 2006 18:13
her real dreams are stitched in her socks
they are all she needs
their beauty and grace
silence and poise
so innocent
its what she aims to be
and she wears them on her feet
grace was never in her
one piece of ice and she was sure to fall
one amazing boy and even more
she was destined to fall
she was never unmarked
she was scared
she had been walked all over
and even more
she had followed everything
she had tried to be a good friend
tried so hard to please everyone
but when she couldnt
it didnt matter
they all had their own plans
she was merely a stepping stone
but she felt more like a crushed piece of sand
so small that she didnt make a difference
she needed to stand up
but she didnt know how
and she still doesnt