The Girl

As I walked down a street,
I noticed a girl,
Her hair was blonde,
With the slightest curl,

She seemed to be lost,
Looking around,
She seemed to be scared,
With no hope of being found,

She twisted and twirled,
She turned and she spun,
She looked around, bewildered,
Looking for someone,

I walked down that street,
Up to that girl,
Whose hair was blonde,
With the slightest curl,

I picked her up,
Carried her home,
Adopted her,
And became her mom.





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Egyptiangirl13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 25, 2010 at 8:19 am
Wow this rhythm and rhyming is fantastic!!! i love this poem!! awesome job-it has a really good flow!! and i love how you wrote this from a different person's point of view!! just really really good job!! please check out some of my wok when you get the chance!! i think you might like 'words unspoken' or 'stay for tomorrow' :) it would mean alot if you checked it out!
 
DanceBabyDance replied...
Nov. 8, 2010 at 2:46 pm
Uhm... well... wow. thanks. You're definitely a writer because even in your comment you used a lot of words!
 
Egyptiangirl13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Nov. 13, 2010 at 10:15 am
ahah ur welcome !!
 
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