...The story of a girl in London, England


Sonnet 45


Is hopelessness uncommon in the world?

Or only in the world that you create—

The sugar coated place for boys and girls,

Bedecked with naïve notions at the gate?

Well hopelessness is something I have felt,

And soon enough those kids will feel it too…

A house that’s made of gumdrops has to melt,

Or else there’ll be a witch who wants a stew.

And maybe you don’t like to hear that life

Is less than perfect, less than glitter glue—

But soon enough you’ll feel the pain and strife,

And soon enough you’ll know that it was true.

My house may not be pretty, but it’s real.

But mine will stand, and yours? A dead ideal.

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