This Girl

by Shnivel   Jan 25, 2006


She runs through the woods,
Her blood beating fast,
Her heart disappeared,
Because of her past.

She slept in a bed,
It was too late for him,
He disappeared,
Because of her skin.

She cries and screams,
Her skin it bleeds,
If hers disappeared,
A friend she would need.

So will you help her?
Set this girl free?
Please help this girl,
'Cos this girl is me.

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  • 18 years ago

    by BlAcK TaNgLeD HeArT

    That is a great poem...i know exactly how you feel...keep writing.
    *beth*
    -xox-

  • 18 years ago

    by AnAstAciA

    I like sad poems...i dont know y...great job 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Beca

    Thank you for the comment on my poem! this one is awesome! keep writing!

  • 18 years ago

    by Melissa

    So sad, but beautifully conveyed! Excellent write!

  • 18 years ago

    by Shuuu

    Like from I said In Geoggers,
    This poem totally rocks, a def 5!
    Livvy... that girl isn't you.. OK
    Can you hear me?#
    It's not.

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