Lucy.
Her name was Lucy,
She was the angel in all our eyes,
Promising to make everything alright, seeming to only come around to destroy,
Loving me when my Father was ignored,
Telling me she'd put me in better situation,
But first I have to sign my name on this paper.
She promised to come around whenever I need her,
But my prayers were far too much,
And I couldn't believe her.
Lucy gave me a home when my mother couldn't,
Lucy wore me out from fighting when I knew I shouldn't,
Lucy said you're just fine
Lucy said you'll be alright,
Just keep them feelings baby girl, you'll be alright.
But Lucy wasn't enough for me,
I couldn't follow,
Lucy wasn't there at the bottom of those bottles,
Lucy wasn't around when my Father took my hand,
Lucy couldn't save me, so I chose my Father, and he made it.
Better.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Woman.
PoesíaA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
