What Happened To The Cutest Little Girl Poem by Aerin Andre

What Happened To The Cutest Little Girl



What happened to the cutest girl?
Do you by any chance know?
I believe you would inform my desperation if you had known of her whereabouts.
What happened to the star in its midnight radiance?
Has this star reached its end and extinguished in congruence to the signs of its eternal desertion?
Has its light already met earth’s atmosphere and has indeed been dead for longer then began to believe.
The little girl, she deserted an immature little foal who had yet to reach his potential.
The mystery begins yet has Mr. Holmes arrived in tardiness to solve this conundrum?
Hopefulness to receive a sign, while dubitably search through the radio frequency for a hint of your survival and yet not has a silenced whim been discovered
I’ve indeed traversed the large book most youths decide to take part in without a glimmer of false hope.
Where is the cutest little girl?
Please, tell you know of her whereabouts?
Do know what side her sun falls by her feet and moon rises at her command?
She is an apparition, forever seeming fields away of the clouds reach.
Why the decision to abscond, was it decided of self acclamation or of a tyrannical decision?
It sadly seems her destiny has well been spoken for.
Yet the distance between her is a massive planet and its surrounding moons.
Without her defense loneliness’ has begun to ascend its scaly tendons towards the atmosphere
Where is the cutest little girl?
Her name seems to have flown from the library that only one has the key to.
Yet she stole something of dear importance.
Her possessions must be relinquished; yes what she pilfered must be returned.
The possibilities of why she has stolen what was rightfully hers seems to fathom the average mind.
The treasure chest is empty and its artifacts must be returned, yet the fear of what are gone astray has set the seeds of fear.
For the treasures value reaches farther then mere rubies or of earth smeared diamonds.
Where is the cutest little girl?
Where is the cutest little girl?
The nightmare that lurks is of the reality that this inquiry shall never be answered.
In disgrace and hope to receive an answer of a grain of truth the question must be asked again.
Where is the cutest little girl, do you by any chance know?

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