Freckled Cheeks and Long Blond Hair

They see her Freckled cheeks always blushing Long blond hair always dancing And delicate hands always tangled in yours But behind closed doors it is another story Behind closed doors it is a different scenery

You’re Not the Dragon

As she looks in the mirror at the bruise under her right eye Her eyes thoroughly scan the room As if the emptiness of it could give her away And when she sits on the cold floor Covered with towels that blush Tired, in a hushed voice She aimlessly repeats You’re not the dragon You’re…