There was a girl, who had brown hair
She loved to cause havoc everywhere
She would do such troublesome things
Secretly, so nobody saw her spreading her wings.
That girl was called Rachel, she was my friend
To be prompt, the friendship came to an end
She would smile and giggle and pretend to be good
But deep down inside, she was misunderstood.
I would wait for her to come to me in the morning
I ignored my guts seemingly weird warning
And in just one day, my whole life changed,
In just one day, I was completely estranged.
Now she is trying to fool me once more
But I have already walked out of the door
I will not re-enter this fake pleasure
But I will keep my battle treasure
There was Rachel, who had brown hair
She loved to cause havoc everywhere
She would do such troublesome things
Secretly, so nobody saw her spreading her wings.
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The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...