The little girl who I used to be
is still inside my vineyard hiding somewhere
but I still feel my emotions like she would
I still cry the same way she would
& feel my anger the same way as her
so I guess she never really got lost
I'm still the same girl I once was
but with too much experience
& life learned with regrets
the little girl inside of me
takes everything personally
& can't handle criticism
my heart aches for her innocent mind
so until the end of time
I'll take care of her
until she can do it on her own.
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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...
