All the Pretty Flowers.

what's happened to all the pretty flowers and sparkles? the fake smiles and fake blonde hair? it's lost it's appeal buried by the yearning to feel real. replaced by crudely scribbled drawings of emotions dug from deep. it comes so easy now no lies don't look at your feet. you don't have to repeat and claim what they said in a different way. with all we have there's no more excuse to be the same. so kindly revealing the truth find the delicacy of those seemingly harsh words. it might not make sence to you now but allow yourself to come unglued. escape the limitations exceed expectations draw your inspirations from more than the black and white. from more than just what's right. there's so much more than what they want to see forget what they think it never had to fight to be. it's just there no understadning of the reasons why they're scared. acting as if my words have more impact than lunatics driving impaired. here's to saying what you think pass the glass i'll drink to that. love michelle.