Lost

Lost
With subtle looks and Brocken hearts, things will change and grow apart
The look in his eye and all is lost, for where is her pride, packed into a box
For now she grows and adjust she must, the little girl a woman at last
The fun she had and tears that shed, the memories’ that last and her empty bed
Yet confidence gleams in the young girl’s eye, a touch of a woman where this girl once lies
She took her bag and all it’s worth as she trotted out to the kitchen first
With a subtle hint of frosted touch she kisses’ his cheek and leave’s at once
The path is long and hard to bear, yet she is a woman, not girl who is there
Independence and a gleam of hope, where can this not come from when he left her alone
She will grow strong, and never to worry although looks are deceiving
Her heart is now buried

written by: ashley smith
20.12.2010