murasaki-kaki

You pick a girl like you pick a flower, The most beautiful one. They don't see that they spend hours Trying to grow tall under the sun. But, through the weight of the world and the heat raining down, The flowers stand tall, beautiful, and with a smile not a frown. Then one day when a boy strolls through, He cares not for what you had to do. What you had to do to be beautiful, to be noticed, and to be desired. And I suppose this is when I admit that I believe all boys are liars. You grow your roots into the ground, So you can stand firm and tall You dance in the wind when no one is around because you feel free, stable, like you can ne