The Girl

We don’t usually worry about the weather
Whether or not its cold or hot
Or if the sun will come and surpass the rainy skies
Today is just an ordinary day right?
It’s sprinkling
She said she couldn’t resist
Now her problems
Are over her head like the mist
From the clouds
Forget the crowd
I insist for you to dream out loud
And no longer wish; just do it now
-description-
Her hair curled in an elderly fashion
An athletic physique was not her passion
Always made fun of
Everyone’s laughin’
No consequences
Made her think about future actions
-pause-
If you could hear me say
If I need not say
I’m sorry in advance
The most honorable way
-resume-
She always had this bag
That carried all of her things
The ugliest of bags
The ugliest thing
She is one who dreamed for more
But her parents were poor
Of course
Her stepfather was a drunk
You see
He was also a punk to she
Abusive in any which way or form
He took her for granted
No longer needed pleasure from the mom
It’s sick
To think about his…
To think about this picture
Something that should of been stricture
Strict
Right?
He would also fight
With the mom
The brother
And the night
He always slept when they were away
Meaning during the day
At home he’d stay
Had no job
Had no life
And never thought about changing it twice
-excuse me-
Sorry for interrupting the story
To tell you that this girl was never quarried for glory
-continue-
She always dreamed to be bigger than ever
To get out of this town always and forever
Made, fun, and her were always put together
Now…
…a scheme she had made up in her mind
was it clever? How?
No
-Before we go on-
Everything changes if you could go back in time
But would you onetime?
Maybe go back to your prime?
-returning-
Her life never peaked
Never climaxed
Always weak
Wanting to explore
Live life and seek
For sunny days
For sunny weeks
But the rain still fell
Harder than ever before
I wish she would listen
But all she would do is ignore
She had made up her mind
Therefore I’m sure
There was in fact no cure
And I want to make this known
I adored you so much
But now have to adore your tombstone
It’s sprinkling
She said she couldn’t resist
Now her problems
Are over her head like mist
From the clouds
Forget the crowd
I insist for you to dream out loud
And no longer wish; just do it now