She was a Vulnerable Girl,
She was a glamorous Lady,
She was out of this World,
But she was my sweet baby.
We met at School,
Always on detention.
I acted the fool,
To get her attention.
We almost married,
But she wouldn’t commit,
She took drugs and nearly died,
She lived for the next hit.
She was a Vulnerable Girl,
She was a glamorous Lady,
She was out of this World,
But she was my sweet baby.
One day she called me,
She said she was drowning,
I went to see,
But I couldn’t stop frowning.
She was dead inside.
She looked so sad.
I wanted to hide,
She was driven mad.
She was a Vulnerable Girl,
She was a glamorous Lady,
She was out of this World,
But she was my sweet baby.
For a moment she smiled,
And held my hand,
We were wild,
And wasn’t it grand.
I know I treated you mean,
But I did love you so,
We created a scene,
And I had to go.
She was a Vulnerable Girl,
She was a glamorous Lady,
She was out of this World,
But she was my sweet baby.
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David Wakeling (
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This is a sad poem of a love doomed and a life lost. So nicely worked with chorus it well could be a song. A fave David
Yes I have the tune in my head.But you are right it is sad.Thanks for commenting
Most welcome David
David, this has the feel of a tragic love ballad…young rebellion, addiction, emotional collapse, and lingering affection all woven through the repeating chorus. The refrain gives the poem a haunting emotional pull right to the end. Powerful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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