End Of Innocence

Poem By chynna mccaskill

Secrets, secrets
Lies, lies
She sits in her room
And cries and cries
There’s no more trust
In this girls heart.
She finally found out
That life isn’t so perfect
She lived in dreams,
As children often do
Into the world everyone knew
Things that once were
Happiness once known;
The truth of it all
To her was shown
Her little heart
Will never trust again
She’ll never know
A real true friend
No more trust
For no more lies
She’ll sit in her room
And cry and cry.

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