Yesterday I found pictures I've never seen,
my baby pictures of big rosy cheeks,
and a big smile with gaping teeth,
with the picture filling my hands,
I stare blankly with tears in my eyes
wondering what that little girl would be,
Would she be smart?
Would she be strong?
Quick-witted?
She is just a memory to some minds now
but I'll just keep staring blankly at her rosy cheeks
for eternity
wondering what this little girl could have become.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
