I watched her as she swam across the lagoon And her smile much brighter than the moon. The clam breeze in the air whispered gently, As if a marching band played a loving tune.
I was quickly invited into the cool blue water, And so, I plunged in like an aloof marauder. Our bodies slowly swam closer together, And for a minute, I was the luckiest little pauper.
She had a perfect body, in fact, so “petite” in size That love-birds could fly her high into the skies, And as I stared into her mesmerizing face I could see every star shine through her hazel eyes.
Then without warning a sound came from afar That scared her off and I was left with a scar. Sad and alone, I dried myself by the fire While writing this song on my gypsy guitar.
“She ran off into the distance, And it was at this instance, I wondered if I’d again see this midnight dipper. She left me without a trace, Not even one of good grace, Like you hear in fairy tales, that of a glass slipper.”
what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an
All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled
An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why