Pretty Girl Unloved

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Pretty Girl Unloved

She was like the last leaf on a dying tree
Hanging from a barren branch
Too frightened to be free
Unloving winds made her rock and sway
Disconnected from her twig
She was forever castaway

Unwanted and unnoticed she fell in dirt
She remained all alone there
With no one to cure her hurt
Dying in shadows with no the sun above
She lay in the cold forever
Pretty girl unloved

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149 thoughts on “Pretty Girl Unloved

  1. Made me think of my own mortality. I kept telling my husband that I’d want to die first so he can be there with me. He then said, “Don’t you wanna celebrate after when I die first? You can shop all the time without me making a face.”

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  2. My second favourite in all your poetry so far, sad but true, once castaway from their twig, there is nothing but cold harsh ground and no sun above, brilliant poem. Oh and first one was that poem on hunger and malnourished dying kids. I forgot the title, my bad. sorry 😦

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  3. Because beauty is such an admirable quality, it can (sometimes) be hindering. The beautiful man or woman doesn’t really have to gain any other skills because they have already “mastered” something. So while the beauties are comfortable just staying at their current status, everyone is learning how to move forward – leaving the beauties behind.

    Kinda random, but that’s what came to mind when I read this. πŸ™‚

    Great post!

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  4. Beautiful and dangerous women captivate us men and we love it but then the pain oh my life Andrew – Great writer you are my friend you will go far l will set you up a free magazine and share your posts as l did last year for my other friends – let me know take a look here for what l mean at aceworldnews.wordpress.com Ian 🌟

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  5. An unusual of yours, with sadness that envelops the reader while the senses see this beauty dry and decompose in front of our eyes.
    The first stanza is my favorite one!

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  6. now i m replying in urdu related from a greek prince narciuos in ancient age of greece -“hazaaron baras nargis apni benoori pe roti he;badi mushkil se paida hota he chaman me deedawer paida…..”written by iqabaal – a famous urdu poet.

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