When I Was a Little Girl
A/N: Well I'm not very good at poetry, at least I think so, but I started writing this and it somehow ended up being a poem. Really, I wanted it to be a normal story, but it ended up a poem. Ah, well. Tell me how it came out.
When I was a little girl, momma said to never marry. When I was a little girl, I said 'Momma, you don't have to worry. There's no way I'm ever gonna marry.'
But now its years down the line, momma aint here anymore, and the sunshine aint kind.
Toying with a idea, toying with a dream, as the sand scrapes the outside of the building. Some days she just wants to scream.
When I was a little girl, I'd hear my momma cry. When I was a little girl, I saw tears run down her eyes, and heard her whisper every night 'God, I wish I could die'
Papa never was kind. Papa never tired. All she ever got from him was scars and endless whys.
Now its years down the line, and taking a chance still doesn't seem wise.
She thinks it's just a silly dream, there's nothing happy to be achieved. She thinks it's just a silly dream. But that's just so she doesn't have to feel her heart ripped apart clean.
When I was a little girl, I thought my momma loved my papa's eyes. I thought my papa loved my mama's smile. When I was a little girl, love seemed worth the while. Until I saw through the fake smiles.
Now its years down the line, and truth still seems like a fairy tale in her eyes.
She's a woman now, with decisions to be made. Momma is dead. Papa is dead. Her brothers' aren't wonders but they need her around. She doesn't want them to think her love for them fades.
When I was a little girl, I saw my momma die. I saw her lie on the hospital bed and reach her time. When I was a little girl, I held my youngest brother in my arms before anyone else; it was enough to make me cry.
Things didn't turn out well. For him. For her. For anyone. For them, things never turned out well. All they ever got, was pure hell.
Now its years down the line and things have changed, but the responsibility still remains.
She's got things to do. Priorities, people, and shoes to fill. It weighs on her soul and breaks her in two. Some days herself is the one she's gotta kill. She's gotta be strong, and she can't ever be wrong. She's got things to do. Too bad she has desires too.
When I was a little girl, momma made me swear to protect my family. When I was a little girl, I swore I would. Eternally.
Papa always swore and papa always schemed; papa drove a wedge between her by keeping things unseen. Eternally faded and all that was left was yet another dream.
She clenches her fists, because she won't do that again. She won't forget them - never again. There's time to make things right, even if her life is lost in the mists.
When I was a little girl, I had lots of dreams. Mostly princes and horses, and castles colored cream. When I was a little girl, I learned dreams are never true. I learned to be scared of men too.
Now its years down the line and things haven't changed.
She crushes her hopes once again in her heart, it's about time she stopped lending it out. It only ever got broken apart.
When I was a little girl, I trusted too much. When I was a little girl I gave everything my own personal touch.
Now its years down the line, and only one thing remains true.
Time only shatters you.