The Girl Of Progression

What do you call someone

Who found a way

To make everything

He hated about you

Everything he loves

About her?

The girl of progression

Takes the place

Of the girl of change

In the heart of the Peacemaker

And there’s nothing

She’d rather change

Than their perfection.

He would change

Could change

For her

Repeated, repeated

Change.

The world grows old and redundant in her mind

And his

But she could never be

The girl of progression

She would never be loved.

Yet their love of progression and peace

Brought something new

Realization.

The girl of new beginings

The girl of bitter endings

The girl of motivation

She’s a girl of many things

But one thing is sure

The girls of change

Existed no more

Destroyed

Burned at the stake.

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