Once upon a time I knew a girl with a warm smile
When she was five she used to play outside with the boys
Running all day without a care,
Believing in Santa Clause and stupid fairytales.
She saw the world as a game
And she was happy.
When she was seven she asked her mother if she may go to a pyjama party with the boys
Her mom got mad,
But she couldn’t understand why then.
The world seemed a little bit more harsh,
But she didn’t mind
Because her best friends were always by her side
And she was allright.
When she was twelve she found out that some girls were mean
While she cried herself to sleep.
One of her best friends moved away,
The other one slowly drifted apart,
Only one remained true to her heart.
She didn’t believe in fairytales anymore
Just watched the world from her tiny window
And she was growing up.
When she was fourteen she had her heart shattered to pieces
Between a Taylor Swift song and two broken bones
Trying so hard to understand why the trees change in the fall
Suffered so much because the sky was a dark grey
That seemed way too bold
And she was cold-hearted.
At fifteen she got repeatedly hurt
Started to clearly understand why the colour of the leaves changes
And the sky was a dark red
While she watched children playing outside
Thinking that one day she were like them
And she was learning.
When she was sixteen she wished she never were
‘Cause she blindly fell in love.
Touching his lips was poison
But she still ached for his touch.
By the time they broke up she had lots of friends
And a mother who supported all her wrongs
And she was beginning to be strong.
At seventeen she already knew better
That trees have to change in the fall
And that the girl who once she called her best friend was gone.
She understood why hearts were meant to break
And that some relationships were meant to fall apart
Leaving scars that would eventually heal in time.
She discovered that she could write poems
While wearing her heart on her sleeve
And she realised that the world could be heartbreaking beautiful after all.
The sky she used to watch was a light gold
And she grew up.
P.S: I was inspired by this amazing poem: