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🍫 “Lolita, Melted in Milk”

I am a Lolita—expressed in lace,

dressed in a nighty gown,

walking alone through silent streets

in the middle of my town.

I was promised a glorious life,

a life overflowing with light—

they lifted me high into the clouds,

then dropped me into the night.

Left me hollow on a shelf,

a doll no one would claim,

painted smiles upon my face,

but inside—only pain.

I walked the dark to search for love,

with innocence in my hands,

but all I found were broken dreams

I could not understand.

I thought love was a gentle game,

something soft and sweet—

but like chocolate melting in milk,

it vanished in the heat.

It slipped away, it lost its form,

it left no shape behind,

and all that sweetness turned to ache

inside my fragile mind.

“Be brave, girl—do not cry,”

is what the silence said,

yet every night I weep for love

that only lives in my head.

Mother… wherever you are,

can you feel this shattered heart?

This life is not the dream I knew—

it tore my world apart.

I am a Lolita, still dressed in lace,

but now I understand—

I was never loved as a soul…

only held like a mannequin in his hands.

🍫 Sometimes you hope a princess, shining bright,

armored in light, will come and save your life…

“vendrá y te salvará”—you softly say,

like a wish that never learned to stay.

But sometimes…

you see the face of despair in theirs,

la cara de desesperanza en sus ojos,

and suddenly the fairy tale breaks—

quietly… without warning.

The light was never theirs to give,

the rescue never truly came,

and all that’s left inside your hands

is hope… that forgot its name.

En english

Sometimes you hope a princess, shining bright,

armored in light, will come and save your life…

you whisper softly, “she will come and rescue me,”

like a wish that never learned to stay.

But sometimes…

you see the face of despair in theirs,

the emptiness reflected in their eyes,

and suddenly the fairy tale breaks—

quietly… without warning.

The light was never theirs to give,

the rescue never truly came,

and all that’s left inside your hands

is hope… that forgot its name.