Post by ☼Star Faultz☼ on Jul 10, 2014 23:00:09 GMT -5
I'm wasted, losing time
I'm a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine. . .
BEAUTY
Mother embodied beauty when I started my career; crushed and held at mercy under a microscope like some kind of specimen; caged and imprisoned by something called a family name. But, it felt so good to be watched, to be studied.
Because people knew I was there; they knew who I was.
The daughter of a legend, an heir to the throne I called a stage. And, behind those velvet curtains I heard her voice reach my ears like some sort of melody, soft and sweet. You are timeless. You are timeless. You are timeless. You are timeless. You are timeless.
I AM TIMELESS.
I felt invincible when I took the art of performing by storm. Because, despite my background, I had worked my fingers to the bone in order to reach this crucial part of my life. To me, no amount of limelight allowed to me because of my blood could shape what my talent really was: Hardwork- struggling to free myself from the small confinements of a family title. Because of me, I became successful. Because of me, I became timeless.
Because of Leland Stanford, I lost everything.
In my prime, I met him- young; naïve. He said my skin made the moon pale in comparison, and my hair was like stolen tendrils of the night sky. Standford made me feel timeless. A spoonful of sugar made the lies go down.
Box One
