There were two little girls in a concrete castle
whose existential thoughts were worth the wait but not the hassle
they flashed their jewels and shook their tassels
put mirages of happy endings in sight

There were two little girls in a concrete house
and only one computer mouse
and they fought for control of the world which was out
of their reach-in which exist, a happy ending might

There were two little girls in a concrete structure
with arms to break and spleens to rupture
drenched in hope and bleached in  a culture
that paired happy endings with dark nights

There were two little girls in a concrete box
who wanted to let their actions talk
so they acted and acted and to falsity flocked
for only falsity did happy endings right

There were two little girls in a concrete life
who had two separate bedrooms but shared one knife
and they used it to settle an inanimate strife
between happy endings and truth

There were two little girls in a concrete prison
who were taught to believe in their wildmost visions
who were taught to keep their insecurities hidden
behind their beauty and their youth

There were two little girls in a concrete silence
Which masked its potential for a finality of violence
because of course, no little girl herself is an island
merely trapped in a telephone booth
.
There were two little girls in a concrete snowstorm
and the prospect of a happy ending couldn’t keep them warm
but they’d only been promised, had not been forewarned
they were blind and ignorant sleuths

There were two little girls in a concrete story
who had no guts but believed in glory
and nobody noticed when things got gory
because they were looking far out to the end

There were two little girls on the concrete floor
and they asked and asked for more and more
and they sat with no idea what was in store
oh life, with its brilliant bends

There were two little girls made of concrete
and they were too scared, or too faithful, to admit defeat
because something had their jewels and tassels beat
a fact, not a foe or a friend

There were two little girls at a concrete ending
who couldn’t settle for message sending
and demanded their rightfuls, but recieved no mendings
oh how the happy end.