Don't know any life but the city life, the glitz, the action, the frenzy.
Dreams of a quiet life but longs for more action.
Never contented with being in one place, always looking for something bigger and better. That's me.
The city girl.
One tiny crack from one lousy day and she has been shattered. Not all at once, no, that would have been too kind. Instead, she crumbled, bit by miniscule bit, so small that nobody even noticed.
She ignored the gnawing in her gut, wore a deceptive smile and she walked on as she was being chipped away at. Maybe she figured that she was breaking but she never said a word. She hid the faults and covered the cracks with one laugh after another.
Her destruction came from one tiny crack. And now, no one can recognize her, not even herself. For she was once whole but now no less than ash, And all from that one tiny crack.