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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Girl I know a girl, With a smile that could Melt stone into silk. She sits in the front, ahead of me, In my class, making me wonder what would Happen if I could go forward, so she could see. Because I could care. I sit at the back, not really there. I know a girl, With eyes like a waterfall, Drowning me, herself and everyone. She smiles a little less, a little forced Nowhere days, which makes me want to call To her friends, “Find out what’s wrong!” Because I can care. I sit at the back, not really there. I know a girl, Who sits in class, with her friends, But somehow all alone. She doesn’t smile anymore, And her voice has no tone, And I wonder when their ignorance Will end. Because I care. I sit at the back, not really there. I know a girl, Who sits at the front, Who never wears straps. And never smiles, And never says yes to the boys, Who ask her for a date, and the laps She runs around the field now have a hoodie, And have increased in size, no joy. I am worried, because I care. I sit at the back, not really there. I know a girl Who doesn’t do her sums And doesn’t talk to her worried friends. She always says, “It depends”, To their frantic questions, if it was fun Running the race at the track. I more than care. I sit at the back, not really there. I know a girl, Who doesn’t care if her sleeves slip Up her arms. And her friends caller her sick, And ugly, and “too thin”, but she Keeps her calm. I think she is beautiful, and I love her, but… I sit at the back, not really there. I knew a girl, Who sat at the front of her Class, and slept herself gone. She wrote letters to her parents Saying sorry, she’d give a reason But she has none. And she wrote a letter, To the sad emo girl, At the back of the class, And said she was perfect And that she loved her And thanked her, for their Little infinity, Because she was always there.
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