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Blurry Eyed and Deprived

There were three little birds,
On my window pane.
And I, I watched as they one by one,
Flew away.

And as, as they flapped their little wings,
I began to think.
How it would feel up in the sky.
Saying hi to the sun, whilst soaring by.

It's always these little things,
That has me wondering.
And as I, I closed my eyes that night,
Into an endless paracosm of happy flights.

I dreamt about this little girl.
She had silver eyes and hair of curls.
With copper skin,
That's out of this world.

Beauty of a dress, so white and pure.
And flowers, in that curly castle galore.
With a fiery passion in those silver eyes.
A wild flower, though graceful mind.

She leapt and she skipped,
Up in the sky.
Singing bye to the trees,
Whilst flying by.

What a little happy thing she was.
So cute and bubbly, God's child for sure.
She was beauty, purity, and more.
But, her story wasn't that for sure.

With an electric blast and gusty wind.
And the grass now brown; once green.
There was a startling boom,
One that drew a deadly scream.

There lie the little girl.
Her hair now straight; once curls.
Pure dress now black and brown.
God's child still on the ground.

Her smile not on her face.
Eyes open, no longer graceful.
Silver now a startling blue.
Mouth open wide; oh how awful.

When I'd woken up,
All alone.
I'd realized
It wasn't a dream.

On the ground with crying eyes.
Much like the crying skies.
I knew something for sure.
That little girl was me.

I was never a happy little girl.
I was content with my hair and my curls.
With my dresses so white and pure.
For my sadness, there was no cure.

Silver eyes, that defied.
Happy life was denied.
I was soon to be on my own,
Blurry Eyed and Deprived.

This may be confusing. I've written a book on my account I lost. It was called Blurry Eyed and Deprived. I'm going to rewrite it, thank goodness, I saved some of the stories' contents.

2/8/18 ♡