Saturday, October 29, 2005

The girl

She was sitting all alone,
Just she and her lunchbox,
No one dared to be close to her,
For the curse she has brought.

The curse of a witch,
Horribly casted on her,
For the sin her parents did,
She was left alone without reason.

I tried to befriend her,
Yet she kept me away,
Afraid of the jinx she may pass,
I dry her tears and hugged her tight.

I couldn't bear to see,
Her sufferings she don't deserve,
The pain I could feel deep inside,
The scar so painfully ugly hurts too much.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

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