Remember That Girl Poem by Nautica Moxley

Remember that girl,

Shy, innocent, and oh so naive,

I do,

She would wake up smiling,

Had not a care in the world,

Boy.. Sometimes I miss that sweet little girl,

So sweet and so alive,

That is until she met you,

You talked a sweet game,

Sold her empty dreams,

And gave her so much hope,

But she was blind,

She counted on every word you said,

Believed in the you she thought she knew,

She was in love,

But she was all on her own,

Your love was elsewhere,

And growing strong,

You played her with your hateful games,

You would always win,

Pushed her and called her careless names,

Though she never won,

No... Not even one single game,

She played them over and over and over again,

Broke her down so much,

That know one else could,

You ripped her heart out with no problem,

And no remorse,

You kilt her spirit,

Her pain is now on an endless course,

So while you live happy,

She's still broken down,

Remember that girl,

I do,

She use to smile.