Feel dont think

She wore her long white Nightie,
                               Lost long ago.

She tried to regain her innocence,
                Lost in lipstick,
                  Lost in Skirts.


                   Lost in Kisses,
                   Lost in words.

She tried so hard to grow up.
       At the age of Eleven.
She wore High heels

        That she couldn't walk on.

She wore dark red lipstick,
              that clashed,
with her bright green eyes.

                High school
                  Forgot

               And so did she.


       She found her 'Clique'
           and she found her 'boy'
       and she found

        That Lip gloss,
      Was better then Lipstick.


  Her 'boy' got boring,

   'Cus she was older.

    She was Fifteen.

         Boy she knew IT ALL!
       She knew five different ways to put lip-gloss on.

             She Knew,
        How to control a guy.

       'Treat em mean,
             Keep em keen'

But nevertheless,
                She fell in love,

  She feel for his coffee addiction,
  and His cigarette smell.
   She feel into the stars
  Where Nothing else mattered.

          But his voice,
                and his arms.


         She missed Him.

So one night,

She snuck in through his window,
           Searched through the cigarette smoke,
and Found his doped up body.

    Lying on his bed.

She called his name,
           So he sat up,
In his hand he held a needle.

          He placed it under her chin,
        Looked into her eyes,
                 Red.
                      He smiled.

'Heres to you Babe,
             and all those

Ugly
   Little
          Things

                 You put me through.'

Then He jabbed the needle into his arms.

      She screamed.
                    He groaned.


Now she sits in her dark room,
           In her long white nightie,

Crying.

           She wants her innocence back.

But her nightie,
               to small now,

          Smells musty.