She was never really there.
Only a whisper in the wind.
Not like they could care,
About a person who had sinned.
But that very same girl,
For once felt very pretty.
She admired her dress, did a twirl,
Until you told her she looked silly.
Any confidence was gone,
As she ran back to her house.
Reaching her green lawn,
Her house was quiet as a mouse.
That wasn't like the bustle,
Of the normal families' boss.
In the bush, there was a rustle;
Something there, looked like a cross.
As her fingers touched the plastic,
There were no more tears,
Because she didn't have to ask it;
"God's loved me for years."
~S.J. Chance
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PoetryShort poems about anything and everything (mostly love :)) "You fell in love so easily with everything around you, but couldn't seem to fall in love with anything inside of you. And you wonder why you're so alone." ⚠️Warning ⚠️ Read the first 23 p...
