once there was a girl
about sixteen years old
her heart felt broken
but was still made of gold
she sat inside a train
taking notes into her book,
but nobody was allowed
to take a closer look
she was trying to escape
from things that hurt the most,
but the horror hunted her
like a buster hunts the ghost
she found a place where she felt
the sudden need to stay,
but she already knew
that she had to stay away
because with sixteen years
she wasn't really free
so she went and took her notes
about all she had to see
and when freedom would come
after a little bit of time
she would run and run
and then she would be mine
and so she did
she took her book and her heart
and all of her cloth
so our love began to start
as time freed us both
and that is why this poem
shall be called glory,
because my beloved one and me
became that one true
fairy tale and
that one true story