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[title] => That Girl
[time] => 2004-06-19 18:53:54
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[bodytext] => I knew a little girl with smiling eyes, Who always wore charming summer dresses And ate strawberries with sugar Until her mother laughed at the ruby juice That covered her daughter’s lips. That girl grew into another child I knew, A youngster that was independent But still kind and loving to others, A girl who loved the open air And everything life had to offer. And as time passed, and she Moved to another neighborhood, Her love of nature gradually dwindled, And she became secluded, And few, save her brother and I, Seemed to know her at all. Slowly, I was distanced from her. I thought she was sweet and clever. She saw herself as overweight and slow, Falling into the trap of a teenager’s mentality, But she was destined for worse times. I watched from a distance, her not sensing My presence in her life any longer, As her father fell into troubled times, Dragging her along unwillingly. She would never admit it, but she missed me, But I could not miss her. She slowly descended in self-respect, Resorting to criticized methods of control, Discovering the effects of pain upon the mind. Friends moved away and were replaced with Other things. Only for control, she said, But she couldn’t control herself. And I sit here now, writing it all down, Knowing this girl, and her knowing me, But I refuse to coalesce the two, or rather We’re incompatible. Can two opposites Rejoin after being separated for so long? I miss being that little girl with smiling eyes, Eating strawberries in the summer Until ruby juice dribbled down my jaw Onto one of those cute summer dress, But a girl that has endured so much, Can’t ever return to such an innocent state. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Cole [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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