I remember the sun in your eyes,
I remember your natural hair.
Now it's alcohol and cigarettes,
And I don't think that's just fair.
I didn't see you change,
But I remember you before it.
Who led you the wrong way?
Who made a shadow out of sparkling?
It's alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes now,
And you've dyed your hair.
I can't really understand how,
And I don't think that's just fair.
- Author: Bird In Red (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 13th, 2024 07:14
- Comment from author about the poem: She looked so happy back then, but was she?
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 14
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