Little girl, little girl,
Where are you,
The one who flew so free
Little girl, little girl,
Where are you,
The one with a smile on her face,
Little girl, little girl,
Where are you,
The one with the shine in her eyes,
Little girl, little girl,
Where are you,
The one with so much of joy,
Little girl, little girl,
Where are you,
The one who was so cheery,
Little girl, little girl,
Why the broken wings,
Little girl, little girl,
What's with the fake smile,
Little girl, little girl,
Why the empty eyes,
Little girl, little girl,
What's with the gloom around you,
Little girl, little girl,
Did they break you too,
Cause they broke me too,
Little girl, little girl,
Did they kill you too,
Cause they killed me too,
Little girl, little girl,
I can't believe that once I was you.
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Heimat
PoetryHeimat means a sense of belonging, and poetry, for me, does that. This is a collection of poems I have written from my teenage years and continue to write into my twenties-a glimpse into my soul for those who wish to peek.
