They'll call her ruin.
They'll call her shame.
They'll never call her,
by her name.
Once the deed is done.
Her world it shakes.
As all her secrets.
Are laid out bare.
There is no hiding.
This ruined girl.
They'd call her pretty.
They'd call her smart.
They'd call her art.
Till she fell in love
Then fell apart.
The man he ran.
Like most men do.
Escaping the wreckage.
Of his youth.
The ruined girl,
was left alone.
Becoming a cautionary tale.
Of women's woes.
Whispering through history.
"Be careful with whom you love."
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 5:11 PM UTC
They'll call her ruin.
They'll call her shame.
They'll never call her,
by her name.
Once the deed is done.
Her world it shakes.
As all her secrets.
Are laid out bare.
There is no hiding.
This ruined girl.
They'd call her pretty.
They'd call her smart.
They'd call her art.
Till she fell in love
Then fell apart.
The man he ran.
Like most men do.
Escaping the wreckage.
Of his youth.
The ruined girl,
was left alone.
Becoming a cautionary tale.
Of women's woes.
Whispering through history.
"Be careful with whom you love."
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