The roses dialate in my eyes
doubt as thick as peanut butter
which i spread on the backside of time
wondering which knife to lick.

The other girls pass by and stare
I'm still the odd-job with the short nails
my beauty left with my long hair
and so i wonder why

On the other side of time
where the happy people live
they drip their toast with caviar
and expect us to come in

The roses dialate in my eyes
and the non-truth grows so edible
where is he when he leaves sometimes
when bad stuff happens on our side of time?

The smiles pass by and stare
at the sunken eyes and dry lips
she is unpretty as she is fair
and unique and treasured in her own

on the otherside of time
where the happy people live
the weak and fautless people-
who think we'd just walk in

no palace is greener from the back-door view

age group 13-16