Bad Poetry

Hunger crushes the lady bug, as the tears fall down her face. An open beak , unblinking eyes, is all that faces the mirror. She wishes for that prince in her dreams, to take her away from those thoughts. She only wants to run away, to a field where nothing scares her. She doesn’t want to drink the water, or taste what she should know. Broken thoughts are scribbled down in an ink blue blood that flows. A tormented heel that creates a downfall for which she drowns in night. A star could make her ever day different from that she knows.