Stolen Youth

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Stolen Youth

There Was a Girl With a Heart.

There once was a girl with a heart.
Who gave it to someone that tore it apart.
She gave it all, and broken it came.
Mending and tending it slowly and just looked at them with lost eyes, confusion and shame.
That poor girl realized that she had enough, and from then on everything would just have to change.

There once was a girl with a heart,
Who had enough of playing that part.
Where she exposed her flesh and bones.
Only to have it thrashed against stones.
That poor girl just hid away, hiding the vulnerable and all back into her tiny cave, the fear of handing it out again, it stayed.

There once was a girl with a heart,
And she kept it close with a lock inside a cart.
For the fear of it escaping
Not knowing where it will be placing,

That poor girl looked at herself and thought it’d be best to turn cold and dark, she didn’t want to be weak or taken advantage of.

There once was a girl with a heart,
Who was so mean and cold and broken apart.
With quick subtle words, a cold shoulder shown with no remorse.
For if they saw the real damage and true feelings she had, she’d only feel worse.

That poor girl only hid away behind the hate, a simple mask she had thrown on, but regret she did not a single word that she had spoken.

There once was a girl with a heart,
And thought that for once she would be smart.
She’d go out there again and have no feelings attached.
And she’d keep her heart locked, never to be detached.

That poor girl went off to have mindless sex, and returning with her skin slowly peeling.

There once was a girl with a heart,
Who had her hopes up for perhaps a new start.
Only to see that things had moved on,
A realization that it felt like a con.

That poor girl just kept her mouth quiet, there was nothing left for her to do, for she was just a girl with a heart, non of it was ever fully her fault.



Happy Readings!


– Mariana.


There Was a Girl With a Heart.

Is This Just Fantasy?

You just can’t do that can you?

Make something that was so real into a fantasy,

a world simply made up in your mind.

Take a two years and pretend it just never happened,

made it all up as an excuse to get through what was left of school.

Although it did happen, because the memories are still there to remind you that they did.

And now you are just letting it all fade away slowly.

It starts with the months, the days, the hours.

Starts with two people, then one.

Image of naked bodies, suddenly clothed.

A full body, suddenly the chest and up.

from the chest, all you see is now the head,

and the head soon turns into a face.

And the last thing to fade away are their eyes.

And that is how you let it all slip by,

how you simply forget.

So then you can just lie to yourself, it was all a fantasy.

It never happened.




Happy Readings.

– Mariana




Is This Just Fantasy?

.Stay Calm.

Moist eyes, shaking body.
And all that whispers is
Falling tears and mascara markings.
And was there next morning.
Used body parts, mind twisted and screwed,
Marked upon, unable to erase.
Strength low, feeling of disgust.
Feelings linger on forever.
Anger and betrayal,
Unwanted words at the tip of the tongue
Building inside like a volcano,
Ready to spew out hot lava.
Forgiveness, Friendship?
Really far off from the making.
Eye contact can’t even be made.
Hoping to wake up from the nightmare
To realize the reality you are in,
It is all real.
Everything you just got put through.
Always remind yourself,
What he did.

Calm, Be happy, forget it.
Everyone whispers in my ear,
Calm. Stay calm.
You can get through this.

Happy readings,


Thank you.

– Mariana.

.Stay Calm.