The woodland child;
she’d always cry.
she cried and cried
sad waterfalls.
Her voice with anger —
while inside,
her heart would plea
and hurt all night.
Little tummy would twist
and turn in her sleep;
she wouldn’t eat,
stay on her feet.
The little girl
that no one knew;
sang others to sleep
but to herself she would weep .
(via doosey)
