The Ghosts of my past.

February 15th, 2010-Crazy Girl

God gave her a body,

And she learned how to use it;

God gave her a mind,

and she learned how to lose it.

She’s so beautiful,

So absent-minded.

So attractive to all;

But all so very blinded.

Harsh words cut her down,

She can’t learn to be alone.

She needs salvation again,

But no one wants her at home.

Lost in today’s society,

Gambled all her common sense.

Gone, forgotten, soon abandoned.

Fame now in her past-tense.