wearing rags
left on the street
broken and bruised
with bloodied feet
wide blue eyes
that look for love
with the spirit like
a wingless dove
she beggs for kindness
prays to be found
waits for her savior
as she lie on the ground
thinks of her parents
that were harsh and mean,
told her not to speak
and to never be seen
oh how they beat her
when she did nothing wrong
or how the would fight
all the night long
so she ran away
for fear that she'd die
and hid in street corners,
just laid there and cried
broken heart and soul
the poor girl sleeps
in the dark, cold night,
on a lonely, small street.
 Picturesque Honey · Mon Apr 20, 2009 @ 01:33am · 0 Comments |
