Famous

Take a deep breath,
Sit up straight,
Count to four
It'll all be great.
How did I get so caught up in thi?
Let me start from the begining.
My parents are dead,
My little siblings barely get fed.
I can't rest,
All the worries rush through me.
Will we ever eat,
Will I ever sleep?
Will there still be time?
Oh but time for what?
A miricale?
I've never been in love,
Nor would I wish to.
It's a foolish game to be played,
Some takes your heart,
You fall,
And for what just to have it broken?
Sounds like a painful and foolish,
And I don't have time for it.
I have other things to worry about.
But i doubt
That anything is going to help
We had to sell the animals and now the farm.
Then you showed up.
With your canvas and your paint
You said you would pay
For the painting that would make you famous
The miricale that would never come,
Came.
Now I'm just the girl with the earring.
Just the girl in the painting.
The painting that made me famous.
-------Haleigh