I knew a girl who aged before her time. Flaming red hair, ash bitten roots.
A loud mouth hidden behind a bright smile. Flaming red lips, cracks in the paint.
Beautiful from afar, quick to fade, self worth at all time low, monochromatic, ever inconsistent, constantly changing to fit the scene. Teenage years lost before they began. I knew a girl who aged before her time.
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The people's poetry series.
RandomThese are bits and pieces about people I know or once knew. Some are ex lovers, some are friends, some are long lost friends, those I never stopped being friends with but lost touch along the way. Each one of these are about someone new and each su...
