MaryaA Poem by Asmae
There was this little girl
Holding her backpack I guess she was coming from school She seemed older than her age She told me she was 11 She was mature, and clever The type of person you would want to talk to for hours Marya has this innocent smile and adorable face that i love to stare at A part of her reminds me of something Something that reminds me of me Something I still can't have a picture of She has this pale skin This long straight black hair Almost an angel Marya is However, all of this didn't matter to me as much a she did I mean, the real Marya The inside of Marya I mean, The soul of Marya It's like that soul just came to life And it's like it loves life You know, like, she was full of..life and like, the world was like, hers like the smiles, the stares, the people, the weather like everything that breathes and everything that doesn't was like right in her hands Marya reminds me of something Something the world took from me The 11 year old me. © 2017 Asmae |
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