The Girl
The Girl
In an old rusty photograph
A giddy girl, innocently sits,
With a toothy smile, divine charm
She looks keenly at the onlooker
Her favourite teddy bear is lying there,
Forgotten while posing under the light
Sparkling, twinkling, curious eyes
She wants to know what the camera hides.
Several moonless nights have passed,
She stares at her childhood self and laughs
Long dead and buried in the dreadful bed,
She still remembers the girl she once was
Dripping tears are spoiling her mascara,
While she waits for the long night to end.
Her luminous body is on display again,
Hiding the scars that never healed.