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Poetry

As the Moon changes, I tell her my stories. Poetry for the empathetic and the hopeless romantic.

Tiny Girl

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by Panda_Michie

by Panda_Michie

Quiet,

Gentle,

Sweet was her heart.

Beautiful,

Blind,

And unknowing of her beauty.

Love,

Hate,

Tranquil was she.

Small,

Scared,

And forever feeling lonely.

Smile,

Giggles,

She keeps everyone fooled.

Tears,

Abuse,

She hides her truth.

Kisses,

Hugs,

She waves to her loved ones good bye.

Pills,

Sleep,

The Tiny Girl has died