Once upon a time
She was only 13
Her cookie cutter home
Grew grass always green
Quiet and reserved
She followed her heart
Her intellect was wild
Like an abstract art
She invited a boy
To her cookie cutter home
When he was with her
She felt less alone
He quickly showed her mind
How to dance with her heart
He was her new canvas
Her abstract art
As fast as hello
He had to say goodbye
She spent 15 years
Wanting to die
She never found another
Who could ignite her heart
Her canvas was empty
There was no art
Love was only real
For a very short time
She took what she could
On the drop of a dime
Dimes turned to pennies
Pennies became void
Her art is now dead
Her canvas destroyed
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