Her Reget Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

SHE WAS AS PRETTY AS A ROSE COULD BE
AND SHE ANSWER TO NO ONE
SHE WAS JUST SO FREE
AND KEEPING TO HER SELF
IN HER OWN LITTLE WORLD
NOT WANTING TO BE LIKE EVERY ONE ELSE
BECAUSE SHE HAS HER OWN STYLE
HER OWN WAY OF DRESSING
WITH HER CUTE SMILE
AND HER SOFT TOUCH
MAKING EVERY GUY LOOK TWICE
WITH THERE STARE BUT SHE NEVER CARE
SHE KEPT ON WALKING NEVER TALKING
SHE WAS IN HER OWN LITTLE WORLD
WITH DEEP DOWN MOMENTS AND A DARKEN SECERT
THAT SHE COULDN’T KEEP GUYS AWAY
THAT WANTING HER TO BE THERE LITTLE GIRL
WHEN GUYS WANTING TO PLAY
BUT SHE KEEP HER DISTANCE
AND STAYING FAR AWAY
LOCKING HERSELF IN HER APARTMENT
BY BOLTING THE DOOR SO NO ONE CAN COME
OR BE KNOCKING FOR MORE
SHE WASN’T GONNA BE THE ONE
TO LET THEM IN SO THEY CAN BEGIN
DOING THERE THING LIKE THEM DONE BEFORE
WHEN SHE LIVE THAT LIFE JUST TO SURVIVE
AND STILL TODAY SHE DOESN’T KNOW
HOW SHE STILL ALIVE
I GUESS HER SECERT NEVER GOES AWAY
ALONG WITH HER DEEP DOWN SADNESS
OF WHY SHE EVER DID IT