by Erin Ajello
Sick but pretty what a pity
Body like an hourglass in danger of getting smashed
Gorgeous blank face what a waste
Marked up arms to cause alarm
Track marks detract marks
Points off her score, model turned whore
Wasted waste of time losing her mind
She had a future ready for her
A plan in place that got replaced
Destroyed by drink and poison things
And you look after her and think-
What a face
What a body
What a story
I want to know
What could cause
Her mourning
I want to hold those shaking hands
I want to save this pretty damned
Those arms ought be handled with care
I do not fear the word beware
I want to see what good lies there
I want to save this pretty thing
Who wouldn’t cry when a broken bird sings?
I want to be her knight
She clearly needs one and I’m right
For the part I want to play
Today’s the day to save the day
This bird will learn how to fly-
And be mine.
