Ashley Stone Poems

The taste rarely leaves your lips
Of your first gulp of your first drink
But you rarely realize it
Because it's the first time you've used this drug to swallow the pain already inside
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His thoughts are what ail me

The not knowing then the assumptions
they all leave me frail
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Laughter is heard throughout the home for the young ones
Who have not yet known the dismay of life
Are happily playing throughout the day.
While silence races through my dome
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Always changing location
Constantly wandering

Has aquaintances never friends
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A cold hand sliding up my skirt
No one's looking
So you can have your fun
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It's my life, what don't they get?
It's my life why do they give a sh@t?
When I decided what I wanted to do I did the wrongest thing I couldv'e done
I told my mom
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Do, I have a Family?
If you ask me
I have no family merely associates
For families are genarally suppose to be filled with love
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Wise beyond her years
With eyes that know the world
Mature before she's grown
And pushed out into the world
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I feel it break
As it begins to drip down my leg
My innocence
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That look
It makes me fear
and axoius
all at the same time
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