Break
Smile,
like it's the last time
you'll ever hear me say
I love you.
And pretend that last summer
wasn't the nightmare you remember,
that all pretty girls grow up
in pretty dresses
and Daddy loves them a life time.
So smile.
Never remember this night,
or the shocking realization
that all little girls grow up
to be whores or worse...
Fools in love with fools.
Laura Taylor
Wed 27th Jul 2011 09:41
Hi Terry - ta for getting back to me. No, that's great, it works brilliantly in that regard - I am living proof!