I'm not a little girl anymore
I have grown up desires
Grown up ideas of what the world is
I've scraped my knees
I've tasted the fruit of knowledge
I know the good
And the evil in this life
So why is it
My heart is so easily stirred
I so easily trust
I so easily care about people
Who wouldn't think twice about me
I would do anything for the sweet innocence
I once had
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PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
