Summer Days

Summer Days

Strolling through the meadow,
On this endless summer day,
Looking and looking
For a friend to play.
This little girl,
With her hair tied with a bow,
Didn’t know the beauty,
That she bestowed.
She grew up,
More each day,
And did grown-up things,
Instead of play.
She left the meadow,
And walked to the school,
She was no longer a child,
She was a teenage jewel.
She didn’t see it though,
Just the beautiful flaws,
People were horrid,
And she began to fall.
The happiness slipped away,
And the smiles faded.
She cried every night,
And herself, she hated.
The words she heard in the hall,
Left scars in her heart.
She didn’t stay strong,
She let them tear her apart.
Eventually, she learned the truth,
The words they said weren’t her.
They were simply stuff that was said,
To bring her down, and make her hurt.
She picked herself up again,
And strolled back along.
To her childhood dreams,
Where she was happy,
And felt like she belonged.

The End

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