The Lost
She was so young and so pretty
She was Daddy’s little girl
He told her she could be anything
A Ballerina, she loved to twirl
She loved clear summer nights
She spent them stareing at the Stars
Maybe she could be a female astronaut
And be the first to walk on Mars
She had so much potential and
She had so many dreams
But she fell in love with a guy
Making promises and working schemes
Nothing ever seemed to go her way
She was overwhelmed with her situation
All she ever wanted was to be happy
She began using artificial stimulation
She ultimately became addicted
And her heart and soul became the cost
She had so much life to be lived but now
She’s all but invisible and one of The Lost
Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright ©️ 06/06/2023
All rights reserved
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 10:11 PM UTC
The Lost
She was so young and so pretty
She was Daddy’s little girl
He told her she could be anything
A Ballerina, she loved to twirl
She loved clear summer nights
She spent them stareing at the Stars
Maybe she could be a female astronaut
And be the first to walk on Mars
She had so much potential and
She had so many dreams
But she fell in love with a guy
Making promises and working schemes
Nothing ever seemed to go her way
She was overwhelmed with her situation
All she ever wanted was to be happy
She began using artificial stimulation
She ultimately became addicted
And her heart and soul became the cost
She had so much life to be lived but now
She’s all but invisible and one of The Lost
Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright ©️ 06/06/2023
All rights reserved
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