She was just a little girl but very independent.
She was so beautiful but my actions chose to end it.
She was my, everything my thirst and my air.
In this dream I realized how much I care.
She came up missing all alone and afraid.
I thought the worst I thought it was to late.
Halloween is evil and a dark time to see.
Was I that bad that she chose to leave?
No yelling, no screams, and no prayers helped.
She didn’t come back no matter how bad I felt.
The days flew by and the nights a lifetime it seemed
I missed her and her smiled that beamed.
Days after depression and wishes of death
I saw her standing there and it took my breath
She smiled and ran to me and an “I love you’’ she sent
And it was then that I realized that, THAT LOVE IS THE MOVEMENT.
3 comments:
i love this poem its really good i think you explained it good and its sad but good at the same time
good job, i like how creative the examples are and how organized.cool poem.
I like this poem. I would feel the same way if my brother or my son ran away.AWwww how cute little sister love.
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