The Crying Girl Poem by mandy supergirl

i gaze upon the crying girl,
i gaze and try to see,
what are her convictions,
whats is she hiding from me? ?

i look into her eyes so dark,
her eyes that are filled with pain,
her eyes that are filled with heartache,
her eyes that are filled with shame.

her eyes they are filled with loneliness,
desolate from human touch,
maybe wishing for some Companionship
her eyes they tell me so much..

the crying girl she tells me a story,
but yet she does not speak,
all i see is this photograph,
and the blood upon her cheek

her skin so pale, as white as snow
her lips like strawberry jam,
her hair as black as coal can be,
yet shes a beauty to every man...! !

a single red rose lays way up high,
curled and twirled neatly upon her head,
entwinend deep within her long back hair,
like a porcelain doll she looks on by.....! !

Reflecting a image of sadness and pain,
she Pierces my soul,
like a dagger inside,
my fleash rips and it bleeds and i endure pain,
my crying girl she remains the same! !