The lonely girl

poor lonly girl

Bells ring we all sing but when it rains I see you want to cry, and you want to get away and fly. A flash of light comes running by, with dripping tears from your eyes. You dash threw the forest lost without care, and jumping with the slightest of flair. And I can't help it but to care. So I start to run without stopping jumping and flopping over hills and the long tall grass, does this have to do with your past? I wonder to my self. Poor lonely girl wanders the streets but never speaks. She disappears in fear all the time never says why. I know that people talk behind her back saying what a freak she is. sometimes she heres she's sad with tears. I want to walk to her and maybe even talk to her but whenever I do I never talk. I'm frozen to death. But I know that someday that poor lonely girl will find hope and light maybe things would be less frightful. But somewhere out there that poor lonely girl sits on a log crying her eyes out. Only the loneliest of people will see her. So if you feel lonely go and sit with her on that little log. And maybe you can make her feel better. I hope you all enjoy this poem, I've worked so hard don't forget to comment or follow me.