Love Poem: The Girl
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Written by: Erin Clarke

The Girl

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.