by HURRiCANESky
She walks down a lonely path,
nobody knows just where its at.
She walks into a cemetry,
on a cold winters night in Feburary.
She lays on gravestone,
trying to keep warm,
but her hearts all torn.
She didn't realize,
that this was the end.
She was only 10...
On the gravestone, written very poor
were two little words,
"Lonely Girl."
Submission date : 2009-11-01
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