Daphne Linn

traversing mountains of expectations

bury me alive with talk of ill fate

closing doors to hide my lamentations

singing ballads of grief in my dream state

a long black car

carries a young couple

they trade flowers

on the steps of the dance hall

a long black car

carries a young couple

in a peaceful pineapple land,

on a forgotten green island,

if you sail across the water,

you’ll see the king’s lonely daughter

a girl with great wisdom and strength

little caterpillar,

so different, but it’s still her

wants to be a princess

in her favorite pink dress

little caterpillar,

orange skies

glowing with the remnants of a sunset

butterflies

flying in the aftermath of unrest

place your eyes

on what looks to be beautiful

plagiarize

if it strikes you as suitable

so, if she looks like a Barbie

like she’s happy to be starving

in smaller dresses for each party

then I guess you’ll want her

and if she looks like a painting

so you stop and stare to daydream