Sunday, July 10, 2016

Telegraphs

Come tell me how it goes 
The way stories never seem to end 
The way we write them in our heads 

They told me something different 
As a little girl 
I wore a white dress 
Did what I was told 

There's a hundred monsters 
I'm left lacking 
A hundred broken 

Am I breaking 
Or are you out spoken 
A cowards tale is un forgiven 

Like the monsters 
Hiding under my bed 
Below all the victories 
I stand with pride 

So tell me why 
I'm braver than the hero who saved me 

I sit here asking why 
Wondering what you ask yourself 
At night