Little Girl, MaybeA Poem by Riley BrayShe stores our youth in the back of our minds so if ever we want to dig into it, it is ready.
There's a little girl, far away
And quietly, does she lay And on certain days, lucky days When she sings and she dances and wildly plays In Eve's garden outside in many ways, Love is sprung, from an ocean, Deep within, our emotions, Oh sweet divine, devotions Still our brainless commotion, And set free the formula of the ecstasy potion. She fools currents into changing Forces sadness to start rearranging Switches lust for love and want for need, exchanging Constantly gauging (us) All the while she's never aging, And she resides Where lay dormant our minds Where not can we fathom her kind So incredibly refined For positivity raw and undefined. Her soul swift and escaping Untouchable and gaping Over me, her spell is draping Small body reshaping And despite all, barely scraping (by). There's a little girl,far away And quietly, does she lay. Where love is sprung, from an ocean, Stilling our brainless commotion. She fools currents into changing Forces sadness to start rearranging. And she resides Where lay dormant our minds. Her soul swift and escaping And despite all, barely scraping (by). There's a little girl, maybe, If you allow yourself to find her.
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Added on May 3, 2013Last Updated on May 4, 2013 AuthorRiley BrayAbout"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you."---Maya Angelou "I'm not even going to get mad anymore...I'm just gonna start expecting the lowest from the people I thought h.. more..Writing
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