Vain Innocence, by beccamarie Subscribe to rss feed for beccamarie

crash.
the pieces fall to the ground
laughing at me as i look into their reflection.
and i see the broken fragments that are me.
vanity is a bitch.
but as uncontrolable as the weather
enough to make you want to return to your childhood
and say rain rain go away come again another day
the place where the red crayon made you cool 
and the fat kid was king.
Posted: 2007-01-02 17:34:18 UTC

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2006-03-05 12:02:31Natalie
Wow. I loved this one! I wish i was still king, atleast im still fat. keep on writing :)

2006-03-13 19:55:48Faith
Very intruiging, i enjoyed reading this!