Wild-child

Laura girl~Baby-girl~
you're only eight months old~
I hope this crib can hold you in,
You're acting too darn bold!

Laura girl~Child-girl~
what are you up to now?
That moody scoff you're showing off
ain't good for you no-how.

Laura girl~Teenage-girl~
tell me where you've been?
Consorting with a troubled crowd
Will lead to years of sin.

Laura girl~Troubled-girl~
no wonder you're in jail~
Ingesting all those nasty drugs
Has left you sick and frail.

Laura girl~Tragic-girl~
the police were at our door~
That car crash robbed your precious life;
a beer was on the floor!

Laura girl~Silent-girl~
you look like you're asleep
your polished casket shows my face
and all I do is weep.

Laura girl~Angel girl~
we're sending you our love~
Our broken hearts can only pray
you're somewhere up above.

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Your tempestuous mood
Is wild enough'

i guess your destiny is determined from an early age. this is sad so very sad, sometimes love just isn't enough to save us. fantastic.

[Relic]

It seems to me some are just born wild. Thanks for the review.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

What a great write!...you have taken a girl's life from birth to death and expressed hopes for her to have a place above, with love. This is beautiful! Well penned!

[Relic]

Thank you Robbie very much.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

YW. :D