My Pond

Every girl is a woman

every woman a pond

In my pond of solitude

I become but a frog

 

In my monstrous reflection

I damn the wand, the witch, the evil

who made me, me

Damned I've become,

by my own will

 

Is it a damned cycle

until the other ponds dry?

When the rest of the fauna

comes running parched?

 

I fall in love, in debt,

with a fly 

Yet my hunger strives,

and I'm once again all I have  

Damned I've become

for my own nature took stance

I ruined my chances for wings,

which were never mine

 

A man came to rinse 

the waters are green

Perhaps he likes green

silly me thinks 

 

I opt for my best shade of life 

Hoping in me,

he sees not a disguise 

I speak and he looks

in fear and disgust

I flee from my pond

what a bastard I snuff 

 

No pond is the same

my pond holds my pain

I'm not a free bird

I think I'll just sit here and wait

 

If I'm ever back

I'll calm it's waters,

undamn it's reflection

Maybe even admit,

that in it lays my salvation 

 

For a girl, a pond,

a monstrous reflection 

Are all me,

in their many vibrations

 

Consume the fly,

disgust the man

Nothing matters if in my green 

I feel at lack

 

So damn the damnation

I love my reflection 

My green,

now dissolves into the pond

I'm now of flesh,

of soul and bones

 

In the gaze of my lonely reflection

I've came to imagine, 

an unlikely perfection

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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