Question #11650286

Do you like this poem I wrote?

Indifference Little girl, little girl Come on, don’t you see How can you ignore, The way they look at me? Don’t shrug your shoulders Or bow your head once more For little girl, little girl I know your young heart can see, This is my reality. I know it can be hard to look, A dying sparrow in its eye, I know it can be tiresome, To watch a widow cry. You’ve left my presence now, My entirety pushed to your minds rear, But wouldn’t it be something foul, For me to let you go? For your youthful memory to be cleared? Little girl, little girl, Do not toil with me, dear, For I am yet repressed, The power of your inner eye is something one should fear.

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