The Lonely Girl

Just a short story or emotion describing something that occured when I was young

The Lonely Girl
In
The Begining was bright
Things
didn't matter, but they stuck
happiness to her meant being apart of the big
picture so
full of colors so very bright
every curve so perfect so
neat with a
single blemish, but something happened
somewhere in this utopia her innocence was taken
she wasn't a little girl anymore she grew up
and now the innocence is gone away
the bigger picture is now reuined, destroyed, broken

The Lonely Girl