Story of a little girl, eaten alive by a tiger
Not because she was scared
But she heard the tiger cried and went in anyway, knowing the danger that awaits
If she was a flower, she would be the queen of them all, she just doesn’t see it
Beautiful but melancholy, she said “don’t touch my thorns unless I let you”
Her last petal fell, it said “somebody loved you”
Bled to death but she finally felt whole
She’s the type of girl who would cry herself to sleep, every night
Exploded into nothingness, she shot across the sky at the speed of light, hoping this will be the last time she stayed alive
Wild Oxeye Daisy, even in the darkest storm, you rise
But you let them step all over you, didn’t you?
t.l.
Tsunami of Words 