I once met a girl-
who loved to draw.
Inside of her drawings-
were mysterious worlds.
I once met a girl-
who loved music with a passion.
Her songs consisted of-
dark lyrics and stories.
I once met a girl-
who found relief in smoking.
Which brought her a high-
that no one could ever replace.
I once met a girl-
who depended on her friends.
Costing her, her innocence-
making her more insecure.
I once met a girl-
who lived her deepest fears.
Making her stronger-
making her independent.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
I once met a girl-
who loved to draw.
Inside of her drawings-
were mysterious worlds.
I once met a girl-
who loved music with a passion.
Her songs consisted of-
dark lyrics and stories.
I once met a girl-
who found relief in smoking.
Which brought her a high-
that no one could ever replace.
I once met a girl-
who depended on her friends.
Costing her, her innocence-
making her more insecure.
I once met a girl-
who lived her deepest fears.
Making her stronger-
making her independent.
Written for a friend who I met in foster care on 5/12/16.
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