Marya

Marya

A Poem by asmae

There was this little girl
Holding her backpack
I guess she was coming from school
She seemed older than her age
She told me she was 11
She was mature, and clever
The type of person you would want to talk to for hours
Marya has this innocent smile and adorable face that i love to stare at
A part of her reminds me of something
Something that reminds me of me
Something I still can't have a picture of
She has this pale skin
This long straight black hair
Almost an angel Marya is
However,
all of this didn't matter
to me
as much a she did
I mean,
the real Marya
The inside of Marya
I mean,
The soul of Marya
It's like that soul just came to life
And it's like it loves life
You know, like, she was full of..life
and like, the world was like, hers
like the smiles, the stares, the people, the weather
like everything that breathes
and everything that doesn't
was like right in her hands
Marya reminds me of something
Something the world took from me
The 11 year old me.

© 2017 asmae



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This poem gave me shivers. So powerful and great! Loved the rhyme scheme and mostly the content! Beautiful, I love exploring the loss of innocence. Great job

Posted 1 Year Ago


Perspective, I enjoyed your perspective in this poem! Tyfs!

Posted 1 Year Ago


asmae

1 Year Ago

thank you x

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asmae
asmae

Rabat, temara, Morocco



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