I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who

It Is So Appropriate To Color Hope Yellow, Like The Sun We Seldom Saw. And As I Begin To Copy From The Old Memorandum Journals That I Kept For So Long, A Title Comes As If Inspired. 'open The Window And Stand In The Sunshine.' Yet, I Hesitate To Name Our Story That. For I Think Of Us More As Flowers In The Attic.

Maybe Thats Because We Take Criticism Best From Those We Love And Those Who Love Us-ethan

Time Doesn't Heal Scars As Most People Commonly Think. It Simply Makes Them Firmer, Stiffer. One Must Accept It And Not Hope To Mend And Return To What He Or She Once Was.

Patience. I Colored Patience Gray, Hung Over With Black Clouds. I Colored Hope Yellow, Just Like The Sun We Could See For A Few Short Morning Hours. Too Soon The Sun Rose High In The Sky & Disappeared From View, Leaving Us Bereft And Staring At Blue.

I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who Always Believed She'd Have A Man To Take Care Of Her.