Stoner and Goner

Well, he was a stoner
One look and she was a goner
All the petty things, the neighborhood gossip team
Slowly faded into a backdrop
Skin on skin she said "Don't Stop"
Doing things in places, she didn't know she could
Knew more about sex than a preacher's daughter should
At the age of sweet murderous sixteen
She was living all the other girls' dream
But inside looking out, it wasn't what it seemed
At the lonely hour, he hit her and screamed
Cursed the earth she walked
No way to calm- to a stone she talked
Stoner refused to move
Goner turned a shade of cool blue
All breathing stopped, the battle was lost
And so unworthy of the life it cost

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