By Arcassin Burnham
A brave young soul that would be old and raised full of wisdom like the brown paper bag
filled with money just to scratch a surface that will only bruise her in the end and leave her
lost with emptiness while shouting ignorance is hell sent,
leaning on a boy for some comfort now everybody thinks shes a whore in school full of
followers that only believe what they see instead of hearing the full story of a girl that
didn't mean to get caught looking for comfort from a friend that has liked her more than
anyone ever since he laid his eyes on a goddess from a place so beautiful you won't need
an extra mileage ,
no interruptions on how you could be this stylish,
no troubles from a pair of teens talking bullshit,
no fake friends on the meter, no signs that you didn't need her,
it wasn't about popularity or just how you seen her,
I hope you take these lessons and see the error of your ways and
know how fucking cruel that you treated her.
Shes gone now I hope your happy.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 23rd, 2018 11:49
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2018 https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/01/remembering-that-smile.html
- Category: Reflection
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