June 26, 2012 § Leave a comment
So much of freedom to earn
Out of boarding and into the artificial wild
It was too much to handle for the “poor soul”
Late night parties with Glitter and Glam
Trying to build a slam
Dizzy, hazy, too foggy became the view
And soon she lost sight of the truth.
The right things became useless
The wrong, the right.
She went along the unsaid,
Lost the friends along the freight.
Her path became rough
And she never got to be tough
Her innocence went missing
Between all the caressing
She lacked all sense.
She was yet to know worldly views
Broken, fainted, she had no clue
Of what she had left behind
Her precious stones of blue,
So simple and true,
The serenity of the peace,
The value of being unused.