an old man begins it all, distorts her world
exiled by her peers, exiled for an old mans wrongs,
she stands strong, but not for long
a young man mutilates her mind
fear, hate and anger
makes him feel alive
abused by the ones she loves, she steals a few moments
of insanity; - a moment of relief. she gathers as many as
she can keep, saved temporarily by a sweet prince.
many tiny beams of light shine through the shroud of
hate upon this little girl, the light saves her, but
it becomes an addiction. these lights fade one by one
until only one shines strong.
the final ray fights on, fights the massive shroud
dwindles at times but wont give up, the tiny
light grows an addiction, an addiction for the little
girl; making her pure again, as pure as the light absorbing her:
this little girl, the only thing pure, in this atmosphere of
darkness.
the little girl is saved, saved by the very addiction
that got her lost so deep in this fucking shroud.
exiled by her peers, exiled for an old mans wrongs,
she stands strong, but not for long
a young man mutilates her mind
fear, hate and anger
makes him feel alive
abused by the ones she loves, she steals a few moments
of insanity; - a moment of relief. she gathers as many as
she can keep, saved temporarily by a sweet prince.
many tiny beams of light shine through the shroud of
hate upon this little girl, the light saves her, but
it becomes an addiction. these lights fade one by one
until only one shines strong.
the final ray fights on, fights the massive shroud
dwindles at times but wont give up, the tiny
light grows an addiction, an addiction for the little
girl; making her pure again, as pure as the light absorbing her:
this little girl, the only thing pure, in this atmosphere of
darkness.
the little girl is saved, saved by the very addiction
that got her lost so deep in this fucking shroud.
Author notes
My boyfriend wrote this. Basically, I'm the little girl and this is how he feels about me and my life and whatever.
I was pretty impressed cause he's never written poetry in his life.
He says you can't call it poetry. But I'm not so sure.
It made me cry, anyway.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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arw <3
hope your happy ♥
your bf is a sweetie...
as are yoo.
and i loove yoo x


