Walking Little Child 10-15-05

by Amanda Clayburn   Jan 2, 2006


It rained so hard that night. The wind was blowing and AL she had was the cloths on her back. She had to leave, running away form the noises. Love now murdered her heart. Her boyfriend is so wonderful to her, the way he holds on to her. Go back to which you came, get out of the dark, gloomy shadows. Why you ask about her face? I never knew she had one, and you laugh. This poor little child has nowhere to go. No shelter to breathe. No food, not even a smell of warm toasted buttered bread. She would have done anything just to be loved by other people. Why was she lost in this world? Walking on the street. So swift and calm. You make fun of her looks, and strong passions. I'm sorry you feel that way. When she thought about her pain she thought doing something crazy and so she did, but I'm not telling you. You have to guess of what path she chose. Her face so pale and clean looking. Her face smooth, and cold. Hair all droopy and wet. Shaken so rough, she wants to get out. Why do you forget her? Her eyes so dark and heavy. Why couldn't you love this girl? She is so different and sweet. I known her all of my lie. She would hide her face, her body in the shadows. So cold, why couldn't you keep her warm? Her body remains with her lover. No one ever should touch her; she's fir into your eyes. She bleeds out the pain, you shred her should out. This little child was a mime; she stayed away and kept her mouth shut. The clouds transparent and hail falling down on her. Can you see the tear rolling slowly down her face? Her body lifeless when in the darkness. She wants to see you one last time before you leave with the heavens. Some say she was unsocial, and little things cross in her head. Her beating heart bumping in the middle of the night. The full moon rises once again, at the stroke of midnight she will relive again in this small-confused world. She gave advice and kept promises. Kids running around in circles, while she's in the middle. She loves hearing children laughing, and screaming. It reminded her of when she was little. She hated the government and dumb ass politicians. We don't need to be controlled by other unknown people. She walked back home with her family. That night it rained.

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