There once was a little girl,
with long ringlets in her hair;
She lived her life without a doubt,
without a fear, or care.
Her eyes, they sparkled bright,
brighter than the sun it seemed;
Her smile, it lit up the world,
It glimmered and it gleamed.
Whatever happened to that little girl, so innocent and pure?
She was the only slither of light
in this bleak world I am sure.
What once was a smile, is now a grimace, her heart is stone cold.
In a world where one should never grow up, she found that she grew old.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoesiaI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
