A broken little heart entangles her tears,
that come from a person that she'll never see.
Wet rain boots and dirty feet make her forget
about the darkest nights. Her bed and blankets
are like souvenirs from home; a house she'll never
remember. Lies and "I'm sorry"s are trapped in her
pigtails, dangling behind her ears, whispering such
morbid pain among her lullabies. With every cry she's
screamed for you, can you even hear her? She's afraid
to sleep alone, as the TV erases nightmares oozing from
her eyes, do you care at all? Lost toys and old photographs
make her plead; Oh, but why? She'll never understand the
love she couldn't have, the love you wouldn't give--
I made this poem a long time ago.
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