Stomped my feet
Against the dead leaves
The one that they swept under
Everything seems easy when you were young
Being five foot holding onto my little foot
The carnival welcomed me with warm hugs
I might get lost inside but who cares
Just want to circling around the carousel
I hoped you would buy me that cotton candy
Or those gowns full of serenity
If I say I wanted to stay here forever
Would you not drag me back home?
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Pick Me Up at the Carnival (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryThe journey at the carnival is not as fun anymore, the pain has shifted back and forth and nobody will tell the character how to escape them.
