The Girl. Poem by Thuraya Tomlinson

The Girl.

Rating: 5.0


There, alone she sits
In her hair there's nits

She's not talking, I am worried
A boat always she carried

Crying with no tears
Her heart is full of fears

Playing with her toy
But with no joy.

She isn't a beauty queen
People to her are so mean

I am her only friend
Her story doesn't have an end...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thuraya Tomlinson 13 April 2012

Yea i am 100% sure ;)

0 0 Reply
Serena Taylor 03 April 2012

U sure u wrote that?

2 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success