Marshmallow Hearts

The girl at the bust stop

Has a very pretty face

She's held together

With silk and fine lace

Her small fingers

Tell us handle with care

Someone so fragile

Shouldn't really be there

 

Her marshmallow heart

Has been taken away

Gone now forever

As night turns to day

She looked for solace

In the heat of the sun

But it is so cold there

The damage is done 

 

No one saw her tears 

As they began to fall 

No one was listening 

To hear her call

Fragile screams 

In the heat of the day 

Marshmallow hearts 

Now melting away 

 

The girl at the bus stop

Has a mark on her face

To show that this world

Is a cruel cruel place

Her tears leave a trail

As dusk turns to dawn

Silk and fine lace

Now ripped and torn

 

Reviews

[Li Li]

This poem hold so much meaning. Not only are we talking about a child.... a small fragile being, that has no rights on the street all alone. We are also talking about how cruel the world can be. People are so lost within themselves, even our own children get overlooked. And by "our children", I don't only mean the ones we conceive ourselves. We should always treat others as our own.

You look at this child and the innocence is still present even though she's experienced more than she should by her age. Such delicate features that become womanly in time. A divine power that should be embraced.

You touched my heart with this piece. I look at my own daughter and couldn't even imagine.... I still have to pour her glass of milk... I can't imagine her facing the entire world on her own.

Keep speaking Carl... the world is changing.

Love~