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[sid] => 19004
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Story of a Little Girl
[time] => 2003-06-14 03:25:00
[hometext] => This is long, but i like it anyways, so yea, enjoy
[bodytext] => Lying on the park bench Staring up through the rain Falling like the blood of all the world’s victims Falling like the tears from all the world’s pain. The lightening flashes bright Illuminating a sad sight And the thunder from the angels’ screams It’s all I hear, all I see. I see kids on the sidewalk Sirens and lights going every which way I see parents and kids in a nice warm home I see parents and kids….murdered on the subway I try to close my eyes, and dream of other worlds But the gunshots and sirens can’t let me do so So I once again open my eyes, to see a little girl. I would help her, I can’t even help myself though. I sit up, let her sit on my lap Gave her my jacket, and gave her my hat We sat together, watching our world crumble Will u take me home? I heard the girl mumble I wanted to answer, I haven’t anywhere to take u But I looked into those sad little brown eyes And somehow I knew She had no parents, had no home So I told her I would help her find somewhere to go. I looked back out into the world with a fresh born hate A fury so deep my hands started to shake The angels, I saw, had reason to scream Good Lord please, help this little girl, don’t waste your time on me We lay back down on the bench, the little girl and I As she drifted off in my arms, she started to cry I hugged her and held her as I knew no one had ever done And felt another surge of hate towards everything and everyone I slept for an hour or two, through many fitful dreams When I awoke the child was gone, I didn’t think she would leave The rain was coming down harder, it was starting to hail I wondered what happened to the little girl, where was she now? I found a tree for shelter, got a few more hours’ sleep A while later I woke once again, to the squeal of tires and a car horn beep I got up, shook off the dirt and the mud that had been my bed I then walked to the large crowd in the street, to see who else was dead At first I heard nothing, no sirens, people, or screams As I looked into the cold dead eyes of the little girl I see I saw the man who did it, still holding a gun in his hand Apparently he was the father, they had an uncanny resemblance her and this man I screamed at him and took out my knife, I headed toward the scene Lucky everyone held me back, so all I did was scream The police came for him, and before he left I asked “how could u just take her life away?” Before being pushed into the back seat he looked in to my eyes, He replied with a tone of hopelessness “Look around, it happens every day” [comments] => 4 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 21 [informant] => BlackFire9786 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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