She was a doll
Pale skin, no flaws
A chequered skirt
My fingers in her
Raven black hair
Full lips to taste
A girl of 14 and
I a man of 24, I
Longed for her
Company when
The evening had
Drawn to a pause
Everybody waited
For another song at
The piano, laughter
Erupted in the living room
She watched me play
With pure adoration
Famous or not, I saw
Love in her eyes, real
Love from her heart
Everybody here loves
The boy who suddenly
Had everything but his
Mumma.
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Sad Girl
PoésiePoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
