01-05-2013, 01:11 AM
Not very happy with this one, but I'm not sure what I can do to make it better. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Once again, thanks for reading my poem. 
2nd Edit:
Villanelle: Little Match Girl
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Voice so soft it’s almost muted.
Why won’t anyone hear her plea?
In the snow they caper free,
Except the lone girl who entreated:
“I’m cold, hug me…”
When snowstorms brew, to home they flee,
Yet no warmth blossoms from matches lighted.
Why won’t anyone hear her plea?
Lost memories on relishes of glee;
Her breath, her wishes, languidly bated,
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Show compassion, treat her gently,
The Camellia yearns to be connected.
Why won’t anyone hear her plea?
Apathy, the licit felony,
Committed as a pastel life pleaded:
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Why won’t anyone hear her plea?
1st Edit:
Villanelle: Little Match Girl
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Voice so soft it’s almost muted.
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Playing in the snow so free,
Except the girl who alone pleaded.
“I’m cold, hug me…”
When snowstorms brew, towards home they flee,
Yet no warmth is found, in matches lighted.
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Lost memories on relishes of glee;
Her breath, her wishes, languidly bated,
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Show some compassion, treat her gently,
A cracked glass Camellia, yearning to be connected.
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Why feign apathy, the licit felony,
When a pastel life so despairingly pleaded?
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Original:
Villanelle: Little Match Girl
"I’m cold, hug me…"
Voice so soft it’s almost muted
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Playing in the snow so free
Except the girl who alone pleaded
"I’m cold, hug me…"
When snowstorms brew, home is where all should be
Yet where’s home for a girl unwanted?
Please, someone, hear her plea…
She knows not the meaning of glee
Fed since born with bitter hatred
"I’m cold, hug me…"
Show some compassion, treat her gently
A delicate flower, yearning to be connected
Please, someone, hear her plea…
How does people ignore so easily?
When a pastel life so despairingly pleaded
"I’m cold, hug me…"
Please, someone, hear her plea…

2nd Edit:
Villanelle: Little Match Girl
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Voice so soft it’s almost muted.
Why won’t anyone hear her plea?
In the snow they caper free,
Except the lone girl who entreated:
“I’m cold, hug me…”
When snowstorms brew, to home they flee,
Yet no warmth blossoms from matches lighted.
Why won’t anyone hear her plea?
Lost memories on relishes of glee;
Her breath, her wishes, languidly bated,
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Show compassion, treat her gently,
The Camellia yearns to be connected.
Why won’t anyone hear her plea?
Apathy, the licit felony,
Committed as a pastel life pleaded:
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Why won’t anyone hear her plea?
1st Edit:
Villanelle: Little Match Girl
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Voice so soft it’s almost muted.
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Playing in the snow so free,
Except the girl who alone pleaded.
“I’m cold, hug me…”
When snowstorms brew, towards home they flee,
Yet no warmth is found, in matches lighted.
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Lost memories on relishes of glee;
Her breath, her wishes, languidly bated,
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Show some compassion, treat her gently,
A cracked glass Camellia, yearning to be connected.
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Why feign apathy, the licit felony,
When a pastel life so despairingly pleaded?
“I’m cold, hug me…”
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Original:
Villanelle: Little Match Girl
"I’m cold, hug me…"
Voice so soft it’s almost muted
Please, someone, hear her plea…
Playing in the snow so free
Except the girl who alone pleaded
"I’m cold, hug me…"
When snowstorms brew, home is where all should be
Yet where’s home for a girl unwanted?
Please, someone, hear her plea…
She knows not the meaning of glee
Fed since born with bitter hatred
"I’m cold, hug me…"
Show some compassion, treat her gently
A delicate flower, yearning to be connected
Please, someone, hear her plea…
How does people ignore so easily?
When a pastel life so despairingly pleaded
"I’m cold, hug me…"
Please, someone, hear her plea…
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