I remember a little girl
Standing by the swing
I saw her once
When the birds started to sing
After that
I saw her no more
Ripped from her post
Hearts and emotion raw
And every now and then
I think of her so
And how death came too soon
Knowing not what I want to know
You might have seen her too
Like every other girl the eye does see
The only difference being
That little girl was me
This is the story of my childhood and of how easily that little girl slipped away into the shadows.
Author notes
I know the rule was that no persons under the age of sixteen could enter, but I felt compelled to write this poem. I will fully understand if you want to delete it.
A contest entry
- 2 options, make me cry by Roadkill Crisis.
400 points, ended February 11, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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this is incredibly beautiful. I was just looking at this contest and your title pulled me to read your poem. Beautiful job and very different. I really love this.
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