Delicate, unfortunate and missing a piece of
paper in my journal where I once kept wishing
you would see and notice that I had cut my hair
for you
that I had worn winged eyeliner, for you
and still you never noticed me--
never looked at me twice
your voice always lingered in my dreams
and Wonderland was only complete when I took the
chance to follow you
but somehow now, this isn't good enough-
my hairspray can is empty
my eyeliner is smearing
and I'm still delicate
but standing on my own two feet.
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