that poor little thing
curious and young
roaming around, in search oh hope
chasing dreams and running from woe
that poor little thing
cute and innocent
body soft,flesh new
,lips virgin,speaking humble, meangingful,misunderstood words
that poor little thing
love foun, but not had
her sins known but not to concsiousness
loving loving what she must wait for
but i cannot bear to creep through the days
that poor little thing
trapped on her own with everyone around her
alone in the crowd with no-one to hold her hands...
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my word art
this is just some as if not most of the peoms ive wrote. i was gona start when i hit 15 but i kinda forgot repeatedly.
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