That Girl
That girl looked so sad
That girl lonely a mouth so dead
Her life lost the spot
It doesn't match her big plot
A rush of anger, very tough
Cure her, have her for a touch
That girl once in a while
It won't be worth it but the style
Those eyes they recall
A memory still after all
I have seen or tried to be
Now it should not matter to me
What is gone was stacked too low
Just settled down waiting for the blow
Better off easily said
What's worse is what comes after hate
That firm and cold dependency
Not a delightful thing to see
But the fall had to come
Leaves fell down, time to go wrong
© Klaus Dorninger
