older than me
but young in life
there was a girl
with clear skin
and a beautiful scattering
of freckles,
like a picturesque scattering
of seeds
waiting to bloom
into flowers
there was a girl
who loved music
especially old folk tunes
that remind her of her childhood
and riding her motorbike
recklessly on her own
there was a girl
who had suffered
too much for her age
and yet she only trusted
a few
with the dark secrets
beneath her smile
there was a girl
different to the rest
not only in who she was
but also
the way
she made me feel
there was a girl
who changed
everything I thought I knew
about life
and who I was
there was a girl
who blessed me
with kisses and love
and company
in my single bed
there was a girl
who would hold me
comfort me
care for me
love me
there was a girl
I hurt
I abandoned
for shallow acceptance
from my peers
there was a girl
who was in pain
needed a friend
needed help
there was a girl
who found
her savior
in a bottle
of pills
and then suddenly
there wasn't
a girl
anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because she is grown up now? ? ? It is a nice writing Francesca! _Soul