Little girl, drowned in pink,
Wonders what it's like to be,
Up in space surrounded by stars,
To circumvolve the sea.
Little girl, bright blue dress,
Wonders what it's like to be,
Full of importance, full of beauty
Full of empathy.
Little girl, scars on her wrists,
Wonders what it's like to be,
Passionate, hopeful
The warmth of feeling happy.
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1:46 a.m.
PoetryA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
