From a Bookworm to Butterfly indeed finshed shit Såhär kan det låta<----- every time when spring comes and the first roses flower the boy recalls the face and that single hour when she smiled in his direction whispered and said this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well She took the last piece of the crumb ate it and wept she'd made it to death and her last quest saved her the rest a depraved teen, eighteen with an urge to be seen class mates serving her mean remarks in this scene alone in the classroom, blocking the stares with the desk cornered by pupils not baring the prayers off her chest finding words curing, a bookworm letting fantasy loose releasing this leech of the surrounding cancerous abuse refusing to loose, this malnourished bookworm will flower crooked by power, she's finding strength from the prose to later be putting pen to the paper quenching this rose her petals is chubby, the glasses reflect beauty when seen the next verse will put you in the most beautiful scene where this dandelion will become the head of the pack rising from the concrete not to be heading right back learning to stand up for her self by beheading attacks The thorns got clipped and the rose got watered down soaked in comments about relief but it sorta frowned she put the crumbs down, she refused to eat and sleep read and weep, this flower hungers for social contact hook but she tried to take her life, despite the vanity in sight it's insanity right, but this flower reached the fall the season called her away from cloud nine into heaven and the boy still remember that September eleventh every time when spring comes and the first roses flower the boy recalls the face and that single hour when she smiled in his direction whispered and said this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well the emotional come back came as a sudden impact just when she wished her fathers rubbers wasn't intact this lonely scrawny boy caught by her very shy vision the first smile in three years breached her mind prison she was a fine Christian, by the words from the book this boy caught her eyes as a simple nerd by the look observed by the crooks n bully's she made a move sent a simple note that a bit later proved to improve a week later a shy boy called her house over the phone her father answered and the boy asked if she was home she sat on her bed all alone reading her scribbled journal she answered and it brought light to this little infernal the date was a fact and this weak flower was blooming but all the joy caused her low powers to be consuming even though the sun seemed to shine in her direction she still had demons in her head from all the past neglection the lack of love n affection from role models throttled even though he loved her dearly she downed a whole bottle she blacked out, fell to the floor grasping for air this frail girl was thought as the one lacking despair hook she tried to take her life, despite the vanity in sight it's insanity right, but this flower reached the fall the season called her away from cloud nine into heaven and the boy still remember that September eleventh when she smiled in his direction whispered and said this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well every time when spring comes and the first roses flower the boy recalls the face and that single hour when she smiled in his direction whispered and said this prison is hell, pray for me while I put my wish in the well enjoyizzle!