fifth poem (my favourite)

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A girls final wish

All alone she sat in her tower,

waiting and waiting, hour to hour,

Thinking fast, moving slow,

Trudging through the heavy snow,


Felt lonely in a crowded room,

heavy heart like a big balloon,

Swelling swelling like a sponge,

Until she takes the final lunge,


But she stays for a final wish,

Wanting, hoping for a kiss,

Stepping back from the edge,

She runs to his arms instead,


Maybe i could stay a little longer,

That is all she could ponder,

Trudging through the heavy snow,

Slightly lighter so i won't go.

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