we are donehere

I guess i could never grow up

when you are a good girl gone crazy
when you are a girl little
when you are bigger and bad things
hurl at your ways then think
am i old and grown

no adult adults do not figure
they are bad
bad girls do

bad girls do

seeing

desire that dries, one as completely
as a cold day that shivers in and out
or frozenalmost like honey which chokes
on its own sweet
this day which sprinkled you
across in stories of magical life
springing in utter breathing
which muttered crossly
point, pointed at these love
and laughed and mocked
me who spells erised
and calls every minutesleep
your picture enter my mind.