Curly black hair 

drapes around shoulders 

flowers entertwined within locks

protection? 

Bright red lips 

a smile is worth a thousand words 

Her smile lights up the room 

An invitation? 

An overbearing mother 

a too good to be true bad boy

A love story? 

Runaway girl, queen of lost souls 

nice girl walking down the halls 

combat boots compliment a floral dress 

Your mother still hangs 

your missing poster signs 

on empty streets 

Waiting for you to come home 

thinking the bad boy is just a phase 

Doesn’t she know? 

He followed you, 

You made your own decisions.