productiveOnce upon a time
So long ago
The girl I knew
Was just that,
A girl
She still breathed
The air of innocence
Her heart still beat
To the rhythym of what she was,
A girl
And then one day
It was all swept away
Along with memories
Of what she used to be,
A girl
Her breathe became cold
As she learned the many truths
And her heart beat much slower
As she lost the identity,
A girl
And now the girl I knew
Is gone and lost
And so far away
All I see is that,
A soul
Yey! For a spare of the moment poem, I'm quite proud of that. What do you think?
