The Girl

March 29, 2017
By , Paragould, AR

I first saw the girl as she sat alone

She looked sad and depressed with her head down

Escaping from her throat was a low grown

Her lips were turned down into a long frown


She dressed in a drab colored gray sweater

Her head hung so low I feared she might fall

I knew I could not make her feel better

Unless I stepped up and answered the call


I went over and asked her, "What is wrong?"

She looked up at me and replied, "Nothing"

I decided to start singing a song

She looked up at me and started to sing


Her lips began to turn into a smile

We began to become friends in a while

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