The ashen skin and long sleeve shirt, <br />The frown that gives her peace, <br />The broken home and crippled heart, <br />The longing for release. <br />The wavy hair, as dark as night, <br />The homework and the madness, <br />The little girl I love so much, <br />The eyes so full of sadness. <br />The shattered love and empty hope, <br />The sickness and the grief, <br />The way she’s never good enough, <br />The sleep without relief. <br />The lack of any self respect, <br />The heart out on her sleeve, <br />The friends that call her beautiful, <br />The truth she won’t believe. <br />The talks that stretch ‘til 2 am, <br />The worries and the fears, <br />The teasing from the kids at school, <br />The overwhelming tears. <br />The love that died before it’s time, <br />The pain that drives her blind, <br />The way she finds another love, <br />The way one’s left behind. <br />I cannot say I’ll ever know, <br />How she got through the pain, <br />Or how she found a shelter, <br />From the tears that fell like rain. <br />But if it really helps to calm, <br />The torrent from his wake, <br />Then my heart needs to figure out, <br />How hers refused to break.<br /><br />Nisho Olme<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candy-corn/
