The Little Girl Who Cries.
_A little girls cry._
Little girls cry, you say?
Now, that’s a bit grey…
_Yes, but true—the little_
_Girls cry._
Might we talk about
Something other than
This?
_What would you suggest?_
—The beautiful sky!
_Her tears were like the_
_Ceaseless _
_Drip_
_Drip_
_Drip_
_Of the sky._
Must you be so…dark?
_It’s how she felt, so_
_Don’t try to light a _
_Happy spark._
What would you have
Me do, then?
_Simply listen._
_…_
_Her tears, were the_
_Desperate longing _
_Of something very_
_Dear to her,_
_Something every little_
_Girl should have in_
_Their life, but was swept _
_Away from her like the _
_Relentless gait of a river,_
You speak too much all
At once._ _
_I shan’t slow down, so_
_I’ll leave it to you to _
_Keep up,_
Keep up?
_Yes, keep up. _
_Actually, you might_
_Have something in_
_Common with this_
_Girl._
_She had trouble _
_Keeping up_
_With her emotions,_
_And oh, how back_
_And forth they _
_Were. _
_Like a ship sailing _
_Out in a storm,_
_Back and forth _
_From sad_
_To angry_
_To confused_
_To worn. _
_Worn from the_
_Never ending rock_
_Of the waves harsh_
_Arms._
_Holding her steadfast,_
_But never taking her _
_Too far. _
_Too steps forward_
_And one step back. _
_Tell me now, haven’t _
_You ever felt like that?_
Yes, indeed I have,
Truthfully quite often._ _
_Ah, so then you do_
_Have something in_
_Common. _
_Her thought process _
_Was most lamentable._
_She wanted the things_
_Lost to be found, but_
_It was out of her control._
_Like an innocent man cast_
_To the depths of the sea_
_Sinking_
_Sinking_
_Sinking_
_With a weight tied to his_
_Ankle. _
_So out of control, that’s _
_How it felt. _
_She felt so trapped that_
_She’d sometimes scream_
_Into her pillow and yell. _
Scream and yell? Oh, what
Agony! How old was the
Little girl who cried and
Lost such a precious thing?
_No more than eight. _
_And she learned, how to_
_Act older—she had to._
_Or, she didn’t have to, but_
_Her situation forced her to. _
_It happened gradually over_
_Time, so she didn’t notice. _
_But she didn’t have too much_
_Of a childhood, either, so maybe_
_She was never so little after all?_
You’re wrong._ _
_Just making sure you’re still _
_Paying attention. _
Why aren’t we rhyming?
—it’s our job to rhyme._ _
_Yes, but everything can_
_Becomes tiring. It’s okay_
_To take a break sometimes. _
_Anyway, she felt lost, like_
_A lonely star set in space_
__
_To forever remain fending_
_For himself. _
__
_Yes, she did speak to her_
_Mother of her condition,_
_But only a little bit did it_
_Help her health. _
__
_Over the years, the more_
_She talked, the stronger _
_She became. _
__
_This helped her health _
_Because she was honest_
_And didn’t keep her _
_Struggles locked away. _
__
_But, even when she got_
_Older, there was still _
_That crying girl. _
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Why?
_She never got back what_
_She lost—what she should’ve _
_Grown up with—and the _
_Reason she lost such an _
_Important thing, was enough_
_Information to never fully be_
_Whole. _
__
_Never fully be whole… imagine_
_That?_
__
_She thought of what she lost _
_Everyday. Every moment she_
_Woke, she thought of… her_
_Father. _
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She lost her father?__
__
_Yes, because of something_
_Of his own careless behavior. _
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Won’t you tell me more?__
__
_I would, but she doesn’t _
_Want to talk about this_
_More than she already _
_Has. _
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Ah, I see._ _
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_The situation may seem_
_Small, but there is so_
_Much left out. _
__
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Why leave it out?_ _
__
_Because the world does_
_Not need to be aware of_
_Everything, you fool!_
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Ah, I suppose so, mhm._ _
__
_Don’t fear, anyway, she _
_Has lovely people to _
_Talk to. _
__
_Even though sadness can_
_Be a weight. _
__
_Something that ruins her_
_Day. _
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_She tries to think of one _
_Good thing to put above_
_Everything else, and that_
_Seems to cause a smile_
_To arise on her face. _
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That’s good.
__
_Indeed, yes, indeed. _
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Now we should end here,
Perhaps?
_Yes, now you understand,_
_Thank you for listening,_
_Friend. Have a good day._
