A burnt child
I've always been a chubby child,
Not aware of my stains and flaws,
Quite blunt and perky and wild.
I was happy the way I was.
Then you came along and made me fear
Your devious, malicious tongue.
And your sophisticated, snobbish sneer
Had no mercy with a girl so young.
Your horrid laughter was my knell,
While I drowned in filthy fleer and flout.
Abandoned hope in an empty shell,
My virtue gone, you croped the sprout.
No more dreams left to aspire.
A burnt child dreads the fire.
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A HINT OF BLACK
PoetryMy second Collection of Poems. This one is pretty personal and those poems helped me coping with some things. Hope you like it!