The Beautiful Little Girl Poem by Wayne Young

The Beautiful Little Girl



No emotion,
No hope,
All that's left is an empty shell.
There used to be emotion,
There used to be hope,
And the shell used to be a happy gleaming child.
But that's all gone now,
So what's the point,
If there is one?
I would love to know,
What sucked the soul,
Out of that Beautiful Little Girl.

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