There once was a young girl.
Very naive, very young, very shy.
Everyday on her way to school,
She would pass by this quaint little house
Where she would glimpse this beautiful boy
Sitting inside staring out of the window.
Everytime she saw him, her heart fluttered in her chest,
Flustered, she'd look away as their gaze met,
Part in fear of the menacing bulldog that faithfully protected it's owner even if the owner didn't like the bulldog much, as well as the abusive mother,
But also because she was shy.
A beautiful boy was looking at her!
Of all people!
She scurried away quickly.
Then, one day, the boy made an excuse to go outside,
To finally meet the pretty girl he has been staring at and longing for,
A friend perhaps.
He checked the mailbox just as the girl passed, and he whispered hello,
His heart offered to her,
As hers stammered and stuttered,
Thrown at him.
They exchanged hearts,
He promised to keep hers safe, as did she.
And then,
she kept on walking, her head down,
Her cheeks a deep crimson.
The whole time,
The bulldog and the mother watched in contempt. He was not to be let go of.
Every morning now, they said their greetings.
The bulldog and women watched,
Watched as the girl helped bandage his wounds,
As the boy took away all her sorrows and insecurities and burned them.
A storm was coming.
One day,
The boy didn't come out.
The bulldog stood,
Tall and proud
At the feet of the old cranky woman.
The girl tried to quickly walk by them,
To escape their claws,
But they pulled her in.
Gave her threats,
Reminded her of everything that she was,
A demon,
A killer,
Not worth anything.
All the fears she once had,
The ones the boy took away,
The old woman and the fearsome bulldog
They took all those fears
And force fed them to her.
She gasped in pain and sorrow,
Filled with doubt and worry,
As they both stood and cackled at her deterioration.
The winds picked up, and as she lay on the ground,
Whimpering and aching,
The boy locked in the basement,
Trying so hard to get out,
To save her once more,
The ******* both still laughing,
And the wind carried her remains away.
The boy,
He felt it when she left.
Her corpse,
It simply floated away into the wind.
He clutched her heart close, knowing no one else would be able to keep it safe.
She dropped his heart, knowing she would never be able to keep something so precious safe.
And then,
*She was gone.
Um. Idk. Some fictional, some fact.
Just going through some stuff rn...
Carry on my wayward son
By kansas