naive drive

Running wild at the age of fresh,
The world was alive at her fingertips.
No rules, no boundaries, no fear to be felt,
She was so naïve to life itself.

She was delicate, pure and hopelessly in love,
She watched him like he could spin the world.
He took her and used her and threw her out to dry,
He tainted the eyes the heart inside.

The hurt that she cried, the pain that she felt,
She wore it inside as a guilty belt.
One day she broke free, one day she ran,
She blamed him for taking her freedom away.

She lived like the world was green and she was eighteen,
She did all the things her dreams had seen.
She lived carefree and laughed at first,
She still hid her pain the aching thirst.

She realized she felt the pain for a different reason,
He hadn’t stolen her dreams and stopped her from living.
She had given up; she had lost her drive,
He was the one that made her feel alive.

With love anew and heart healed with time,
They rekindled the love that lay deep inside