Episodica
YP
~Special Star~
Sweet, sweet success
Shall I taste thee
The excitement, the
candy
The apple of my eye
Shattered all because
I am a klutz
Burnt to a crisp
Soured the cream
Not able to flip
Made way
to thick
Or even to thin
All into the trash bin
Theirs so beautiful
I so envious, a pity
I hope to grow
To
be better than this
But such harsh words
Like wounds by swords
The trick is thus
Never give up
On ones dreams
Practice,
practice, practice
Until finally right
Sweet, sweet, bright
