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The Missing Girl

Poetry By: Love Reaper

Tags: Love, Hurt, Was, Fantasy

I was sad of course haha.

Submitted:Sep 28, 2008    Reads: 178    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

The poor girl,
She is so lonely.
She sits alone,
At risk of losing,
Her life.
She stares blankly,
Watching the world pass her by.
This poor little girl,
She never moves,
Its like she doesn't know,
What to do.
People pass her by,
Not noticing,
The damaged they have done,
By coming and going.
She was always the lifesaver,
But she never saved herself.
She needs someone,
To hold her tight,
To treat her like,
She will be alright.
Walking up to the mirror,
And what I see,
Something broken inside,
And forever mean...
As I look at the tears,
And look into her eyes,
I noticed that,
This isn't the first time she has cried.
Breaking the mirror,
No more me...
The missing girl...
Will never be seen...


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