Writings

she once stood
in a kingdom made of wood
until she took a match
and watched, as it catched

she once played
in a kingdom made of clay
until it poured with rain
and washed it all away

she once chose
a kingdom full of snow
with the wizard of oz
calling all the shots

she once lived
in a kingdom made of sticks
where nobody breathed
incase it cracked at the seams

why would she decide
on one more lie?
because that's all she knows
and her lies, are her gold

traded for her soul
for her life, for her goals
given no more breath
no more life, only death

she lives in a kingdom
scarred by old and unused
she lives in her kingdom
of half truths