In the tender dawn of thirteen's fleeting bloom,
A bus stop departure, a prelude to doom.
Splattered echoes on the roadside's plea,
Life's fragile dance, a tragic decree.
At fifteen, amidst tracks, a silent refrain,
Wandering thoughts, a mind's gentle strain.
A body bag tale, tears with sorrow filled,
Nature's canvas painted, destiny chilled.
Sweet sixteen's drive, love's cinematic dream,
Crushed by a tree, a silent scream.
Limp, the body yields to fate's cruel quirk,
A poignant reminder of life's transient murk.
Seventeen, love's departure, a heartache so vast,
Hanging in shadows, a life left in the past.
Blood-dripped whispers of a soul untwined,
In the closet of despair, destinies aligned.
Eighteen's promise, a world unexplored,
From friend to friend, a journey adored.
Yet, a glance astray, a turn left unmet,
Dark abyss replaces the presence once set.
In these moments, life's fragile thread,
Woven with echoes of the prematurely shed.
A symphony of youth cut short, a poignant score,
Whispers from beyond, a life yearning for more.
Fragile petals, plucked in time's cruel jest,
Echoes of souls, forever at rest.
Oh, the essence of lives untold,
In the silent stories, a poignant truth unfolds.
For in each fleeting moment, a universe is spun,
Yet, some tales end before they've begun.
The fragility of life, a tear-stained art,
In the canvas of existence, an unfinished heart.