Pretty little things..
It took countless nights with a sky full of stars and moon’s to realize that pretty little things cry too
A Pretty thing with tears that release the unspoken pain of beauty
A pain and up kept standard that hides away in the eyes of hurt pretty little things
Admired, envied, Judged and beat down. But all of that hidden, swallowed, released again in tears so that pretty things stay small
See It’s not so rare that pretty little things have to cry too
They have to shine and be seen through all odds that they face. To fall alone, to doubt in the dark, to pretend as if all thing’s that they are remain invisible
All but their beauty..
Everything non existent.. Even the fact the pretty little thing’s cry too