The Little Girl Poem by Hailey Charette

The Little Girl



A little girl sits crying, knowing not what to do, she waits for the man to make all be true, yet the curse on her is to powerful still, and with each passing day her heart grew still. No one noticed, because no one cared. So she faded away, and there was nothing more, but a tear stained floor

Thursday, April 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 30 April 2015

The tear stained floor capped this poem, Hailey. Thanks for sharing

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Captain Herbert Poetry 30 April 2015

a touching poem. Nice

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