Annie (A little girl)

by Adam Murphy   Sep 20, 2004


A little girl named Annie
Playing in the yard
Never could she imagine
A bullett hit so hard
so many thoughts go through her head
along with the bullett
made out of lead
she wanted to scream
she wanted to cry
but all she could do
was lay down and die
nobody came
to hold her hand
and explain a life
that she'd never understand
she died alone
with blood in her eyes
infront of her home
a little girl dies
what did she do?
to deserve this pain..
all she wanted was to
play outside in the rain.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Adam Murphy

    Thank you :)

  • 20 years ago

    by Rachael/7MidniteTears

    this was really good, the words flowed throughout the poem, you are a relly good poet

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