Tears like rain, on her cheeks is found
They are always there, falling down
The sorrow is etched in lines on her face
Still she carries herself with beauty and grace
She's always there when someone is in need
Happy to help with every deed
Yet there she sits all alone
Not even a place to call her own
There's no hero for her to call
She feels like a little rag doll
Kicked to the side
A downward slide
cobwebs of memories are forming in her mind
Twisted and contorted she is now misaligned
She's coming undone, seams ripping apart
If only someone would give her their heart
©Pauline Russell
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
Tears like rain, on her cheeks is found
They are always there, falling down
The sorrow is etched in lines on her face
Still she carries herself with beauty and grace
She's always there when someone is in need
Happy to help with every deed
Yet there she sits all alone
Not even a place to call her own
There's no hero for her to call
She feels like a little rag doll
Kicked to the side
A downward slide
cobwebs of memories are forming in her mind
Twisted and contorted she is now misaligned
She's coming undone, seams ripping apart
If only someone would give her their heart
©Pauline Russell
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