GoodGoneGirl

This lonely soul and her broken smile, how it lies and brings denial. How she wears those tattered clothes, that we should know she never chose. That filthy life shes forced to lead, her abysmal strife that we misread. She didn't ask for this pitiful existence, nor does she ask for selfish benedictions. She doesn't care for your words so snooty, this inferior creature that has no beauty. She doesn't care of the words you waste, deep inside she has been blessed and graced. With a kind heart that would swallow the world, if only our ignorant hearts would come unfurled. Misjudged on the outside because the life shes been laid, Her