• rubybluethebeatpoet 9w

    That Girl Is Gone

    Don't Look for Me where I was Before,
    That Girl is Gone,
    She is No More,
    I might have Her Eyes,
    Her Face her Soul,
    I Broke her Open,
    Removed the Old.
    Dismembered Patterns
    That had her Controlled,
    Burnt her Fear,
    The Shame I Sold.
    The Generational Mould,
    Replaced Her Heart,
    As hers had Grown Cold.
    So if you see Me walking down the street
    And Call My Name,
    Be Prepared to Grieve;
    For the Person you See in front of you,
    Is No longer the Girl that you Once Knew.