I am heartbroken
no it is not a boy
no it is from memories
memories from Halloween
I was dressed as a princess
I was even wearing heels
what happened to that little girl?
How did I get to the girl writing depressing poetry?
I see my smile
It is so innocent
How can she not see
the monsters she would become
how could she not see
the demon she would become
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Inside Me Head
PoetryI try to grasp your hand But it slips out of reach You tripped into the water And descended beneath the waves I scream your name But you are to far to hear I jump in and grabbed your arm But I can't swim I sink down farther But I learned not to stru...
