Paula Glynn Poems
|321.||A Blank Page||7/7/2011|
|322.||A Chain To My Heart||7/17/2012|
|323.||Wake Up, Dreamer||12/25/2014|
|324.||A Broken Cinderella||2/7/2014|
|326.||I Hate You||3/21/2013|
|327.||Dirty Dishes In The Kitchen Sink||7/8/2014|
|328.||The Mars Bar||11/27/2012|
|331.||A Cup Of Coffee||10/4/2012|
|332.||The Perfume Of Flowers||7/6/2014|
|333.||Murder On My Mind||12/16/2014|
|334.||You'Ve Got To Love Candy Bars||6/3/2014|
|335.||A Poor Girl In A Poor Town||6/26/2010|
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A Poor Girl In A Poor Town
Everyday is the same in her home town,
She is just a poor girl in a poor town,
Always skipping school and barely skimming by,
It seems she has no ambitions,
But she knows the truth:
She will never be rich or famous,
No matter her qualifications,
She tries to see hope but just feels fear,
Because all roads lead nowhere,
Even with the radio station playing all her favourite songs,
But her life is no song,
Her mother ditched her a long time ago,
And her father is just her father,
There's nothing special about either of her parents,
And deep ...
Dots of light scatter across the view,
From a distance I'm closer to the view.
The water moves as the boats remain silent in the view,
The screams from the park sheltered by the moon.
Blue firemen spread their heat,
The powder now a liquid with emotions to defeat.
People fire their souls as the rides end their attack,
Blue candy waiting inside them to react.