Her last night

by Andrea broken tears   Aug 18, 2005


A young girl walks alone
as she walks, night begins
to fall upon her.
It gets colder as darkness sets in
a chill runs through her tiny body.
Its getting late and she doesn't turn
back, because she knows if she
does no one will pay attention to
her.
People pass her by and no one seems
to notice her.
Shes a ghost,
with no reflection in the mirror.
It starts to rain and still she
doesn't turn back.
She knows its late
and hypothermia sets into
her fragile little body.
She starts to slow down as her
body gets weak at starts
to shut down.
She has no one,
people wont care that shes
just a shadow in the dark.
Nobody's there to see her
slip away into the night in a place where
she can be forever happy.
As the rain turns to mist
and night turns to dawn
her young little body
will lay there before the sun.
Because no one stopped to help
and she didn't turn
back.
A young body was found a young
body of only seven

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