First Star

when you wear something so pure
it's whiteness and cleanliness
untouched by pleasure pain
not let outside in wind or rain
it will stay plain, the same.

then so much easier
for anything to leak,
or to escape from the sheet
and fall, drop, spill, flood
onto what once was so
in itself, alone, but yet they thought
it was better this way.

now she must pay the price
with dirt and hurt
and all things which
could never be nice
and she had to sacrifice
under the white veil
her true eyes

and now she sees
in grey
only what must be done
and not what has begun
they have taken her
from the inside
and now she is no so unsure

and only to others now
is she so simply
and pure.