Poor little girl

Poor little girl
Having your life torn to pieces
They promised you the world
Instead they gave you a corner
It made your eyes grow cold
And you've forgotten how to smile
Because you can't longer capture
The body that was once yours

I pray for you, little girl
Day and night

Author's Note

I wrote this after reading a book about girls in slave trade (hopefully that's the right word)

Reviews

[Legacy]

qaralynn,

Most definately a statement of intense measure. Short, powerful and packed with deep thought.

I, for one, can definately validate that a little girls tears are damaging to the soul.

I loved ths poem, you did a great job.

Have you thought of entering this into Poetic Infusion Society; Dark Secrets Contest?

Have a great day,

Legacy