All Grown Up

Her eyes are grey

Her boots are black

Her hair spills like poison

Down her back

She doesn’t laugh

When you ask why

She lowers her gaze

And says never mind

 

Think back to a time

When grey was blue

Boots were bare feet

And laughter rang true

A pearly white smile

Strawberry hair

An innocent child

Pureness so rare

She’s left disintegrated

After this instance

A hardened shell

Replaces the innocence

He takes and takes

She remains unconscious

When she comes-to

She remembers all of it

 

The lies, the cheats

The thievery stings

She’s all grown up

And everything in between

 

-A DW original

 

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