Awoken by a sobbing echo
soft little tears knocking on my ears
a hungry voice that leaves me no choice
but stand up and take a peek
Down by my window i saw
a little girl with soiled up curls
sitting in the dark by the corner
wrapped in shadows of the dying moon
Coiled up in sorrow, head still and bower
her clothes were ripped, escaped from a browl
torn and under the light that flicks
she melts with the menancing flame of her cheeks.
My heart sank and my lips taste bitter
break from these chains so i could reach her
but as i moved and soon as i could
my eyes was paralyzed as i shiver-
Her face was familiar and i knew
t'was the same girl from my youthful view
she looked at me as i looked at her
lost in time, a backwards mirror.
© July 01,2005
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