It stole her from me
Not in a literal sense of course
But she was stolen nonetheless
Growing up,
Is what stole her
The busy, cold city took her
From me
I could get her back I suppose
My best friend
But it would never be the same
As how we used to be
Young and innocent
The monster hadn't lured us in yet
With promises of love and adulthood
Empty promises
What does the monster really know?
Does he know our past?
How we used to be?
Without a care in the world
I suppose it's for the best though
The monster will come steal me soon
And it will take everyone else as well