A lonely Girl.

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    A lonely Girl.

    As the tears roll down her face.
    Nobody will be able to even trace,
    The foot steps of a lonely girl.
    A girl in pain because of this cruel world

    Nobody realizes he's all she needs.
    Nobody know's how much she pleads
    for the day to come.
    when she has won.

    when they spend forever together.
    They wont notice the stormy weather
    Because they'll be focused on each other.
    They dont care about any other.

    They care about there love
    Maybe someone will realize the pretty dove.
    Sitting in her window.
    Its an emblem that glows.

    She doesn't want him to see her tears
    Doesn't want him to know her fears.
    She is normally not this weak.
    But her emotions have hit a peak.

    She needs him to survive.
    And she begins to thrive.
    Maybe she'll die tonight.
    Maybe she'll be alright.

    But that doesnt matter.
    Her life begins to shatter.
    as the tears roll down her face.
    nobody will be able to even trace,
    the foot steps of that lonely girl

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    cliftondurant commented on A lonely Girl.

    08-11-2009

    it's great to be in love only if that love is return true love is out there if we have patient beautiful poem

    nini2323 commented on A lonely Girl.

    08-11-2009

    Ah lonely footsteps erased by time it's amazing you can capture this emotion of helpless and strong

    joewv commented on A lonely Girl.

    08-11-2009

    do you have someone who is in the war i get that vibe for some reason it just seems like your exspecting deat and pain to come i am probley wrong but it made me feel true pain good work its hard to get art to speak for its self keep it up

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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