I chose not to have a title for this poem(Well actually I couldn't think of one XD)
The little girl waits
patiently by the ocean
shore.
Her hands are
damp from the fresh
morning dew layed gently on
the fuzzy tulips peddle.
The new born sun moves
slowly across the blue spot
sky,
lingering behind the sour
rain spewed clouds.
She waits for her mother
lately born to the
sea
to join her mind once more.
Her long, wispy, sun-kissed
locks flow whimsically by her cracked
crimson finger nails.
Her eyes are exhausted from long nights
of heavy tears
barren to loves lost
memories.
Identical face, dress, hair, and flower
day by day
she waits for the moment of
her mother's return.
Even though deep down she knows
she can never come
home.
Please leave me a comment on what you think!
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The top half is more description heavy while the bottom is more emotional heavy, try evening it out a bit more is the only advice I can give you. The fuzzy tulip peddle line I didn't like too much, and I think velvet would be a better term, but that's just my 2 cents.