Bedtime Stories. (with Matthew Z.)

 
She sees the world through tear-stained eyes
 Big brown almonds, perfect in size
 But if she laughs, her eyes turn blue
 Despite their dark, unaltered hue

 She lives her life within a dream
 Queen of broken hearts it'd seem
 Yet broken hearts weren't hers to give
 Nor were they where her demons live

 Tracing her lines upon the sands
 Of time and space and distant lands
 She runs her fingers through her hair
 And stares beyond the mirror there

 Now assuming a bitter face
 As evil wields the pen to trace
 Lines no longer marked by her love
 As father once gave her from above

 ‘Cause all creations don't hold grace
 And the cruel look upon her face
 Is memory of time long past
 Where bedtime stories finish last

The End.
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