Young girl,

 Young girl,

new delicate woman

why cry your eyes out

why have your tear be counted like

mistakes you've made

why stab yourself in the back 

when so many others have done that for you.

My sweet delicate woman

you're still to leave childish dreams along with

Disney-like expectations behind you.

Do not surrender your rights, your body, 

your dreams to the one who's fast asleep 

covered in his own security of metaphors,

of hidden words you've told yourself

you've found,

that he's given you.

Dear sweet newborn of a woman,

rest well tonight.

Fight against the lost efforts to reach out,

ignore the urge to tell him to acknowledge  

that you wish to fall asleep in his arms tonight,

wrap yourself in your covers and into 

a dream he is not allowed,

whisper the words 

you wish to hear 

without an ounce of bittersweetness, 

hold yourself and let the inevitable come to you.

Dear tender girl

sweet fragile woman

know their someone out there who 

will hold you without an ounce of selfishness to it, 

who look at you as you are without 

eyes intended to mold you in any way, but will take you in as his