the girls at the playground
started young and innocent
when their dresses barely
reached their knees
the played hopscotch
oh-so-carefree
then the girls at the playground
got a little older, got a little taller
they started drawing with chalk
sliding, swinging, free as can be
they were allowed to play with friends now
as their momma's chatted, and greived
then the girls at the playground
they had to leave the freedom of childhood behind
and they went, as children do, to their first day of school
what a pity, such a soul that can fly as theirs, trapped in a classroom
a prison made of chalk and divison
a teacher's monotoune words a death sentence
then the girls at the playground
made it through their youth
made it into middle, high school
maybe they had their heart broke
i just hope it was by someone
worth breaking for
then the girls at the playground
they lost their innocence
at the hands of boys too fearful to be named
the girls cried out their days and
turned to cigarattes to smoke their sorrows away
and drugs, to forgot their woeful days
then the girls at the playground
went back one more time to the
playground they had fondly grown up on
smoking around the corner, savoring
the taste of sweet vanilla rolling in their tounge
and i wonder
what ever happened to oh-so-innocent the girls at the playground?
it feels like they've been replaced
they're souls lost, far away
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
the girls at the playground
started young and innocent
when their dresses barely
reached their knees
the played hopscotch
oh-so-carefree
then the girls at the playground
got a little older, got a little taller
they started drawing with chalk
sliding, swinging, free as can be
they were allowed to play with friends now
as their momma's chatted, and greived
then the girls at the playground
they had to leave the freedom of childhood behind
and they went, as children do, to their first day of school
what a pity, such a soul that can fly as theirs, trapped in a classroom
a prison made of chalk and divison
a teacher's monotoune words a death sentence
then the girls at the playground
made it through their youth
made it into middle, high school
maybe they had their heart broke
i just hope it was by someone
worth breaking for
then the girls at the playground
they lost their innocence
at the hands of boys too fearful to be named
the girls cried out their days and
turned to cigarattes to smoke their sorrows away
and drugs, to forgot their woeful days
then the girls at the playground
went back one more time to the
playground they had fondly grown up on
smoking around the corner, savoring
the taste of sweet vanilla rolling in their tounge
and i wonder
what ever happened to oh-so-innocent the girls at the playground?
it feels like they've been replaced
they're souls lost, far away
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