…This little girl…
She’s someone new,
A miracle…
Who’s heart could pierce the moon
Although I don’t know her,
I see,
Her fall through the cracks of what’s unseen
She needs someone strong,
To stand by her side…
…Instead she’s found me…
…Instead she’s found me…
…Pathetic…Little…Me…
I step back as the door closes,
And to you I say, “goodbye…”
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Author:
Kate (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem essentially connects with a previous poem I wrote called: “Pathetic…Little…Me” where Jenny is the same person, talking about the same “little girl.”
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