A Random Poem Book

The Little Girl With The Flower

This poem is by a fellow wattpader, jr0503

The aroma of flowers fills the halls, the rooms, everything
A little girl sits on her bed reading
Pondering why the characters do what they do.
Unaware that the sickly sweet smell is unnatural, she has no clue

Suddenly a shiver goes down her spine
She clutches the book close to her chest, she dares not whine
for she feels invisible eyes on her
Teeth chattering, she clutches the blanket closer to her welcoming the fur.
She looks about but sees none

The idea of adventure no longer seemed as fun
Just as she was about to sleep
She heard the plitter and platter of feet
It stopped right outside her parents door
She stepped cautiously on the floor
Opening her door so slow it made no creak
She saw a silver outline of a girl, her figure dark and bleak
She let out a gasp
The figure turned and smiled sadly, got up and walked right pass
Where it once was sat a beautiful white flower
The girl having no idea what to do went to bed clutching her stuffed bear near
In the morning she woke to the flower gone
And with it the girl whose smile she found fond