Dearest Sister,

I was wrong.
I am sorry.


Love

Two Little Princesses...

Two little princesses...

 ...dancing in a row

Spinning fast and freely on their little toes

Where the light will take them...

 ...no one really knows

Two little princesses...

 ...dancing in a row

~Tin Man~

The Fairest of Them All.

Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Who is the fairest, of them all?

Is it a she?
Well, it must be.
No man can ever be pretty.

What of her hair?
Is she a soft blonde?
Or,perhaps, a coppery bronze?

Her eyes a green?
A ponderous blue?
Or a deep black, so jet and true?

Does she have a mind
Of sharpest wit?
Has she a nature of raw and grit?

Her body, tell me,
Is it perfect and thin?
Long lean legs, and nice strong chin?

Her breasts are perfect,
Round, and firm.
Oh is it true? Oh do confirm!

Oh Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Show me this girl, the fairest of all!

Mirror, what is this!
This not she!
Mirror, you've only shown me, me!

Fuck you, Mirror,
Curse your stupid wall,
And you know not who she is-

The fairest of them all.

Naivety

*Cough* Naive~
lacking worldly experience and understanding, especially simple and guileless, artless, and credulous. Showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Connotes credulity that impedes effective functioning in a practical world. Complete absence of complexity in thought. Unconcern for the reaction produced by others, which usually comes from a deeply rooted conceit and pompous lack of humility. Often this is a characteristic of a person who has not experienced the world and has too closely held archetypes. Idealistic.

*COUGH,COUGH*

Ripple

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine 

And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, 

Would you hear my voice come thru the music, 

Would you hold it near as it were your own? 

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken, 

Perhaps they're better left unsung. 

I don't know, don't really care 

Let there be songs to fill the air. 

Ripple in still water, 

When there is no pebble tossed, 

Nor wind to blow. 

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, 

If your cup is full may it be again, 

Let it be known there is a fountain, 

That was not made by the hands of men. 

There is a road, no simple highway, 

Between the dawn and the dark of night, 

And if you go no one may follow, 

That path is for your steps alone. 

Ripple in still water, 

When there is no pebble tossed, 

Nor wind to blow. 

You who choose to lead must follow 

But if you fall you fall alone, 

If you should stand then whos to guide you? 

If I knew the way I would take you home. 

La dee da da da, la da da da da, da da da, da da, da da da da da 

La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.