The Little Girl That Was.

by Sam Azam   Sep 3, 2007


White heart
Black hole
Fell short
Her goal

Eternal smile
Never old
Young, smart
Lost soul

Bitten nails
Hot coal
Seething, searing
Feeling cold

Broken pencils
Never sold
Sharpened thoughts
Completely whole

"Don't conform"
She's told
She listens
Wild, bold.

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  • 17 years ago

    by judith redmount

    Perfect. Not too many words, but with a lot of content.
    This poem let me thinks

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