There was a little girl
who had cute little curls,
looked upon the world.
She wasn't really that bold,
but her eyes were shiny
black as charcoal.
She was kind,
out of her mind
and far from behind,
she saw something;
She saw the dark side of
the life she had never seen.
Her thoughts were strewn
within her peace got ruined.
She just disliked being her.
Now that little girl
was not cute anymore,
and her family didn't adore.
She was shocked by what she saw
of the world she once looked in with awe.
But she wasn't lost
and at any cost.
She won't become the people
who were lost in the frost?
She's now bold and brave.
But not the person anymore to be craved.
People don't dare to tell her name.
Then came the swivels of magic in her life
There was this guy,
who was really shy
but, didn't know why.
When he looks at this girl...
He recognized the girl who's trapped,
in the mask of attitude she's wrapped.
Then one day, she slapped.
So he stayed back from her...
But he was always there where ever she goes
By now, he liked her.
He saw the cute little girl whom she was...
They soon secretly liked each other.
She didn't look at the life which bothered her
and he just felt her like his mother.
That cute little girl was back again.
She was no longer in vain.
There was no more pain.
And all she had was him to gain.
The cute little girl now understood life.
Now she learned to handle that knife.
And now she's a good wife
to the person she loved,
who was deeply fond of her.
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My Poetry Collection
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