Forelsket1 min 175 1 min 175
She saw him, and felt like home,
A comfortable feeling was what he owned.
In his heart, she roamed.
In his wind, she was blown.
Nearly an adult, she made him feel young,
So daintily she danced and so pretty she sung,
Her blonde hair loosely hung,
Without drinking, he got drunk.
He was the prince of every girl's dream,
She was lucky that it was her whom he had seen.
Charming and sweet, he was genteel,
Could the garden be anymore green?
He fed her pretty little lies,
She happily heard them, with tears in her eyes.
Everyday was a heartbreaking surprise,
She just didn't have the courage to say goodbye.
Nothing but forelsket it was,
Just a pebble on the sidewalk to be tossed.
Only left her with bruises and scars,
Permanently tattooed in her heart.