SHE'S
SLIM FACED
WITH A DEATH GAZE.
HER
EYES OPEN
PALE FACE.
SHE'S
SAD FACED
DEPRESSED.
HER
LIPS DRY
WITH NO TASTE.
NO GOD.
NO FRIENDS.
SHE'S
ALL ALONE BY THE BENCH.
TEAR DROPS
FALLING DOWN
KISSING HER FRECKLES
PALE BROWN.
JUST LIKE
THE ONES SHE USED TO GET
AFTER ESCAPED GRADE EIGHT.
BUT NOTHING'S NOW
WITH HER.
SHE'S STANDING
ALL ALONE LOOKING
FAR.