cute and hot and pretty
stacked above my head
heavy words handed to a girl
who sees a monster in the mirror
cinderella dressing up for her prince charming
every day is a masquerade
if the shoe fits he will be pleased
forget the girl whose foot's too big
so can you blame me for falling for him?
a sunset boy who said I'm powerful
before he called me pretty?
who called me his phoenix first and princess last?
was it a sin
to ache for someone
who finally had new words to say?
but child
the angels weep-
powerful or pretty, what do they matter
if his words were empty anyway?
