This is one of my own poems which i wrote some time in the late 80's/early 90's.




The Girl (K.J)

A young girl of seventeen,
So nieve she couldn't have seen,
Seen the part she'd taken on,
Just one night and all would be gone.

She wasn't there to be abused,
Wasn't there to be used,
But one selfish remark from someone bold,
Turned this girl to something cold.

He left the girl in crisis state,
Never the intention to stop and wait,
Never the intention to see her out,
He turned his back and blew her out.

And when the decision was finally made,
The girl never forgave the price she paid,
The price she paid without a say,
To have part of her taken away.

And to this very day the girl still dreams,
Of something she wants or so it seems,
Or so it seems of another so bold,
Without a care and a heart so cold.

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Lowering the tone is an art form in itself. It is not something that everyone can do but i have it down to a fine art.