Charlotte Somethymes…
Flowers for the Faded Children
Come to me scared princess, Charlotte somethymes. crying for herself.
Charlotte somethymes, dreams a wall around herself. But it is always
with love. With so much love it looks like everything else. Of
Charlotte somethymes. So far away. Glass sealed and pretty. Char
lotte somethymes.
White walls. White washes feelings for the death and the face staring
back in the mirror of the mind that isn’t there. Dream of the lives
and hope you can shatter with the shards of reality you spin in your
web of entanglement.