This Girls Life

She’s searching for a place
to call her own.
She’s on the verge of learning all the
Wasted time she’s known.

Her faith is broken down
She’s got nothing, she wants more
Passing up the triumphs,
she had had so long before

And where was it written
That she had to hide her tears
And how was we supposed to know
That the days turned into years
Living in a lie, she called
Mother, father, son
She thinks this is the end
But her nightmares just begun

Watching faces blankly stare
She feels their eyes like coals
Looking out to see the beauty that she
Figures is the snow
Her head is heavy
wishing she could look away
and then
Remembers where she is
and pops the cover off again

And where was it written
That she had to hide her tears
And how was we supposed to know
That the days turned into years
Living in a lie that she called
Mother, father, son
She thinks this is the end
But her nightmares just begun

She sitting on the steps
of that old place she used to go
And wants to know what happened to those promises she’d been told
He winks and she receives it
like a dog receives a bone
Her whereabouts today
are still unknown.

And where was it written
That she had to hide her tears
And how was we supposed to know
That the days turned into years
Living in a lie that she called
Mother, father, son

She thinks this is the end

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About goplayintraffic

My Blog, which began as a mommy blog and turned into a writing website, www.write2survive.com, is the product of my years of being home with my children and trying to find ways to keep myself sane. I have always had this feeling, coming from a single mother, that I have to contribute financially and that I have to be able to take care of myself and my children. having been married, being a NYC school teacher, having four children, living in Newtown, CT and trying to find a way to get through each day with a smile has always been something I've strived for. My stories, articles and poems will do a lot of things but mostly make you feel. I think that is what is so wonderful about having the ability to write. I have been given the gift of taking my emotions and transferring them to written word. Once that is done, I can share those words with others who may feel better, maybe just for a moment, but better nonetheless having read my words. I am glad you are here and hope you will stay:)
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