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I stare at this photo of a small girl I began to wonder where she lived what kind of world
Her hair is just a plain brown dye, nothing very special about this one except for her eyes
They gleamed so bright a nice shade of blue, it seemed like she was looking straight at you
Her skin was ordinary just a tad bit pale, what was she thinking, this photo could not tell
Her smile was precious and made you want to cry, but it didn't match, the look in her eyes
Her lips, slightly opened and teeth shown, it would've been nice if the wind had blown
Her hair layed down on her back all withered and dry, it did't match the shimmer in her eyes
Her hands were small, tiny they were, she almost looked sick, this ordinary girl
Who was she this child, of an unknown desent, was she a maiden or a child to a courtesan
I lay here in a stranger's bed gazeing at this picture, I wonder to myself do I know her
Our hair is the same brown, withered and dry, our smiles are copied, but what about our eyes
I stand in front of a mirror and look at myself, I place the picture on top of the shelf
My skin is darker but in some places im pale, I know what she was thinking only I won't tell
My outfit I wear is a sack used to carry food, I'm usually without it, I'm usually nude
I stare at the picture and smile back at her, the small little child from a different world
We aren't so different her and I, We have the same special glimmer in our blue shaded eyes
~Thuong Warner~
I wrote this in 2k3 When I was in Florida, I met this girl online she told me about how her life drastically changed in a year.. She hardly remebered who she was.. This is dedicated to her. Where ever she is.
Rubieus · Sun May 29, 2005 @ 04:26pm · 1 Comments |
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