My new try at a different format of poetry. please give me a chance and read it and comment if you like.
Little Girl
A man walks by a park and spots a little girl crying.
He asks;
"Little girl, why do you cry?"
The little girl replies,
"What nonsense do you speak? For I do not cry."
The man walks by the next day and spots her again looking very sad.
He asks
"Little girl, why are you sad?"
The little girl replies,
"What nonsense do you speak of? For I'm just merely mad."
The man walks by in the night and See's her sitting at the park again.
He asks;
"Little girl, why aren't you at home?"
The little girl replies,
"What nonsense do you speak of? For I am at home."
The man walks by again and sees pieces of glass all over beside her and tries to get her away from it so
He asks;
"Little girl, why aren't you with your friends?"
The little girl points at the glass and replies,
"What nonsense do you speak of? For I am, can't you see all of my friends."
The man walks by an hour later seeing her grandly smile to each person that walks by.
He asks;
"Little girl, why is you smile, fake?"
The little girl pleads.
"What nonsense do you speak of? My smile is not fake, please! Oh leave me alone for goodness sake!"
The man leaves the little girl alone, and walks by the next week where the girl once used to be.
He See's a body, hung up by a rope, the girl in a tree.
Quite saddened he whispers to her limp body;
"Oh little girl, why did you choose to die?"
And from the heavens he hears a faint whisper;
"Because I am a lie."
