She stands on the stairs,
And the whole room stares,
She looks down upon us,
And we all must,
Look at her beautiful smile,
Fore we all have a while,
To look up at her beauty,
So that we can all see,
The person we all wish to be.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems that I wrote; about my sisters, dancing, and a bunch of other random stuff.
