‘What is there left?’

What is there left

For a poor girl

Forgotten by whole world?

Sobering at night,

Switching on an artificial smile by day.

But who cares?

Who cares, I ask.

Will anybody be sorry if she disappeares?

Will anybody notice?

Cry, cry

The tears falling down

Like rain

Like a waterfall.

Die, die

He’ll never know,

He’ll never find out.

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About Magdalena

I'm a positive thinker, a dreamer, a poet, a dancer, a writer. I want to empower people and inspire them to follow their dreams and create their lives exactly the way they wish them to be :)

Posted on November 19, 2009, in Poems and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. betta than sir micsien;D

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