Poor Girl

by Monique Seidler   Apr 2, 2006


Packed her bags
and left her home.
Her parents kicked her out.
She is my friend,
I'd give the world
if I could take her doubt.
I do not want
to wake one day
and hear my friend is dead.
She helped me through
as I will do.
What I longed to hear, I've said.
You see I was there,
not kicked out,
but utterly depressed.
All I needed
was to hear those words
and all of it suppressed.

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