Once upon there was a little girl,
Now this little one was told to leave,
Follow the sounds of the sea,
But this little girl ran far away from the ocean...
Far from reality.
Her parents would fight over the silliest things,
Claim her as property,
Dreaming of the songs she sings,
Losing her mind and integrity.
Peaceful resolutions and evil plans,
Were all she saw,
No middle,
No perfect or absolutely imperfect.
The middle.
Fawn over all the lovely shades of summer,
Forget the cold decaying colors of white and blue,
I need to forget....
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
