Dear the girl who has hope,
The girl in the back of the room
staring at her scars
Lines of red
shooting stars
I think she's lost
In forest frost
I'll hold her hand
If she demands
A friend,
as her,
every blue moon
I hope you find
The one who's kind
I hope you find
The one with our messed up mind...
Dear the little girl with a broken heart,
A little girl,
Or little boy,
Dreams of a girl like you...
I too,
look for light; for new.
they will hold you forever
They will whisper,
"I know you won't believe me,
but I'll love you every century..."
You turn away
you're mind astray,
From these thoughts such as love.
YOU ARE READING
The Journal of a Lost Little Girl
PoetryA little bit of everything wrapped up in a little brown book.
