Thuraya Tomlinson

The Girl. - Poem by Thuraya Tomlinson

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 about The Girl. by Thuraya Tomlinson

  • Thuraya Tomlinson (4/13/2012 8:30:00 AM)

    Yea i am 100% sure ;) (Report) Reply

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  • (4/3/2012 7:27:00 AM)

    U sure u wrote that? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

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