Well...S**t

Don't Look at me

So accusingly,

Like I lied to you

 I just do what I do

I've made you a promise

That we sealed with a kiss

One of the past

But it didn't last

I was once happy

,but I promise we won't get too sappy

but I was a little girl

With what seemed to be a perfect world

Now I feel old

and my soul's been sold

Or maybe the devil stole it

Just took, every. Last. Bit. 

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Very poignant indeed, but not in a "winey-teenager mode," but rather in an elevated manner containing a sort of unique elegance. Combining a certain persistence for one single person, and an unsaid hatred (or so I presume) towards said individual. Another worthy point to note is the reference of whomever this poem is for as a devil (how I comprehend it) that's stolen your soul.
You are one of the few teenage writers (you are a teenager, right?) I tend to almost always enjoy interacting with. Well done.

[Kristin]

Yes I am a teenager and thank you so much! I love your writing and your reviews mean a lot to me!