
There once was a girl
A mysterious girl
Who never did care to know what she truly wanted
So she carelessly played
Which, doubtless, unmade
The frayed sanity, doubtless
Her vanity'd come into play....
There once was a girl
A dim-witted girl
Who poisoned herself on the frailties of wishful thinking
That the past could be blinded
And cautions unminded
Opposing thoughts grinded
Leaving very little behind
There once was a girl
A heart-broken girl
Who came to find out that her pleasures had crumbled to dust
That nothing was left
And, her spirit bereft
Thought her life should be cleft....
...then nothing was left.
An untimely end
With no message to send
But what if this tragedy changed
With the touch of a friend?