Hannah Floral
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Same question. New poem. Opinions?
. She's 12.
"Goodbye",
She's all dressed up in her tear-stained attire.
She waves at the traitor, the mourner, the liar,
There's a wave of faint laughter, then everyone cries,
They bow their heads down, there's no life in her eyes,
She discovers a world beyond of her own,
That she imagines and thinks of when she's all alone.
. She's 12."Goodbye",
She's all dressed up in her tear-stained attire.
She waves at the traitor, the mourner, the liar,
There's a wave of faint laughter, then everyone cries,
They bow their heads down, there's no life in her eyes,
She discovers a world beyond of her own,
That she imagines and thinks of when she's all alone.