A painting hangs on the wall and this is what it sees...
A little girl was born,
her smile stunned people like a thorn.
Her eyes they gleamed,
and never feared what they would have seen.
A little girl grew up,
she was always wanted to stay up.
Her eyes they would peak,
but they news had not yet leaked.
A little girl got older,
her life got a bit bolder.
Her eyes would just stare,
her eyes just didn't care.
A little girl was crying,
she was tired of lying.
Her eyes were just dead,
she didn't go to bed.
A little girl died.
The picture saw the lies.
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A shout of quite poems
PoetryExpressed feelings that I've put into some thing. All poems are my own.
