I see now I am the child
I scream when I'm unhappy
And hit the arms that hold me
And seek to give me comfort
I blame the one healing
For the hurts I hold inside
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Poems from a cynical girl who fell in love
PoetryThe first year of being married to the only boy whose smile made my stomach flutter.
I thought i was mature for my age
I see now I am the child
I scream when I'm unhappy
And hit the arms that hold me
And seek to give me comfort
I blame the one healing
For the hurts I hold inside