Little Halo
Ripe with horns
Sweet as its owner
Twice the scorn
Little Crown
Laced with thorns
Lovely is made
Painful is born
Little Ribbon
Ripped and torn
Often looked at
Never worn
Little Mask
Molded and formed
Little is said
Less is warned
Little Smile
Light adorned
So soon gone
Now is mourned
Little Things
Hope forlorn
Is all that's left
Little More.
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I can't understand why when I go back and read this its so sad. I'm in a pretty good mood. I just solved a serious problem with my father. Maybe this is the residue on my heart?