Golden Trap
This girl once had a purpose.
She strived to be the best.
She left it back behind her on the Golden Gate bridge.
This girl was once a lover,
an open-minded soul.
It became instead a weakness,
that stole her dreams and goals.
He took her heart and happiness
and left her to the birds.
A simple trick was all it took;
A trap of lies and words.
👁 5💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.