Little Halo

Ripe with horns

Sweet as its owner

Twice the scorn

Little Crown

Laced with thorns

Lovely is made

Painful is born

Little Ribbon

Ripped and torn

Often looked at

Never worn

Little Mask

Molded and formed

Little is said

Less is warned

Little Smile

Light adorned

So soon gone

Now is mourned

Little Things

Hope forlorn

Is all that's left

Little More.

-:-

I can't understand why when I go back and read this its so sad. I'm in a pretty good mood. I just solved a serious problem with my father. Maybe this is the residue on my heart?