brianna

Once a young woman of gold, with eyes of emerald green. Now, seasoned with time, gray skin stained old. Through cherry lips, her life was told. Now chapped and whispering knowledge so kean, once a young woman of gold. Those late summer nights, she wildly strolled. A fickle, incandescent teen. Now, seasoned with time, gray skin stained old. Cracked stale bread, a mold, her body no longer strong and lean, once a young woman of gold. Her youth and beauty away it rolled, that flawless complextion turned a grousome green. Now, seasoned with time, gray skin stained old. My perfection packaged and sold. The fountain of youth escaped my means. Once a young woman of gold, now, seasoned with time, gray skin stained old.