I know a little girl.
I know a little girl,
who seems without a heart.
But once you see her smile,
you know it's just a guard.
I know a little girl,
who's been through way too much.
The twinkle in her eyes is gone,
and she shivers every touch.
I know a little girl,
whose's eyes are always dead.
She doesn't see, she looks,
and every smile she dreads.
I know a little girl,
but I'm the only one.
Her trust in human race is gone,
and she never has had fun.
I know a little girl,
whose's smiles don't reach her eyes.
Whose's happiness is unexistand,
whose's inner woman cries.
I know a little girl,
whose's age doesn't seem right.
Her eyes reflect an intellect,
but never a delight.
I know a little girl,
I know, as well as am.
The truth is, I don't know myself,
I consider ''me'' a lamb.
© Copyright Happy is Gone
Ingezonden door
Happy is Gone
Geplaatst op
20-01-2012