Summer of Regret

I thought I was okay. Yet my body quivered impulsively. Eyes red and sore, cheeks stained with yesterdays tears. Of a silky moonlit night i'd rather forget. My mind will ever eminate the scars. Like a rope of thorns that pierce my flesh. But all the world will ever see, Is a young blonde girl of sixteen. Not the limp shell, shy to speak, quick to regret. All because of a cool summers night on the eve of winters' blight.