She was a girl
no one ever chose
for teams or clubs
dances or dates
Upon a rock solid bench she weeps
hair cascading down her back
covering her face
and hiding her pain
A very adventurous girl she was
full of hope and joy
but her true feelings not shown
covered by the smile plastered on her face
She played the drums
to the beat of her heart
from the harp she would lean upon
each song, each string, each note, simply tore her apart
She was a girl
no one ever chose
for teams or clubs
dances or dates.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
She was a girl
no one ever chose
for teams or clubs
dances or dates
Upon a rock solid bench she weeps
hair cascading down her back
covering her face
and hiding her pain
A very adventurous girl she was
full of hope and joy
but her true feelings not shown
covered by the smile plastered on her face
She played the drums
to the beat of her heart
from the harp she would lean upon
each song, each string, each note, simply tore her apart
She was a girl
no one ever chose
for teams or clubs
dances or dates.
De La Rose<333
