My name is Bea;
be kind, I'm fragile;


she's beautiful but you don't see her
she's locked in her tower, but with no golden hair to set her free
she is hidden behind a forced mask of stone and venom
her addictions shut her away, built that wall, fed her the poison with which she fell
to the world she is ugly
only she knows what she once was
to the light she is a creature, scum, a leach of the underworld
maybe it's better that way
but only she knows that

Peace;
Love;
Unity;
Respect;


Stories;

? And We Were Just Kids in Love ?

? Airplanes ?