Young children, scraped knees on the church playground
You about 4, me 5
Little girls without cares or thoughts of the world
Now 21, and 22
But you'll always be 21, no matter how old I get
I miss you and the laughs we shared, over who even knows what
The inside jokes, and favorite bands
The celebrity crushes and the tears shed
Dear Carrie, oh how I miss you
My best friend whom I will forever hold dear to my heart
The cracking of my heart that day
The cries, almost a silent scream into my pillow as to make others not hear me
I didn't know what else to do
On January 31, 2022 at 8:41pm
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To People I Have Known: Poetry & Prose
PoetryPoems and prose that I have written. Mostly about people in my life. But also some situations in my life.
