She was floating
She was drifting
She was flying
She was basking
In happiness
Her smile wide
Her face a bright, wondrous
Prism of colors
Laughter rang
Like tiny, tinkling bells
All around her
Wherever she walked
Her long, lilac dress
Drifting behind her
Like a silky veil
She was a firework
Of surprises
Of energy
Of excitement
You'd never know
What to expect from her
Until it all came
Crashing down
Crashing down on her
Like a strong, rushing wave
Surrounding her world
In a curtain of black
The insults started
Every day
Everywhere she walked
And the shrieks
The laughs of evil glee
The mocking sneers
She didn't know why they did it
Perhaps they saw
A fire burning in her eyes
A hint of defiance
A tinge of confidence
That raged around her
In a swirl of emotions
Or perhaps
It was because
She was fragile
She was gentle
She was happy
They took it upon them
To break her
To ruin her
Bit by bit
To rip apart
Every bit of pride
She had burning
In her heart
And they did.
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
