United States
39° 41' 5.7264" N, 105° 9' 39.5424" W

Her eyes are sad,

in a strong kind of way.

A little girl who believed in the things they pushed away.

She loved, she lost, she fell.

Her eyes are wise,

in a scary kind of way.

Just thirteen and a whole life time away.

She loved, She lost, she learned.

Her eyes are in pain,

in a secret kind of way.

Quiet whispers of the things no one can say.

She loved, she lost, she forgot.

Her eyes are honest,

in a beautiful kind of way.

Truthful secrets come out to play.

She loved, she lost, she admits.

Her eyes are loving,

in a surprising kind of way.

Future dreams and goals no longer pushed away.

She loved. She lost. She overcame.


This poem is about: 
My family


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