Sweet little girl,
Thinking she's safe,
When the world that she lives in,
Would spit in her face.Covered in soot,
As she hides in dust,
Praying she'll live,
In a world that now rusts.Her memories, they live on,
From days she once knew,
Of sunshine and rainbows,
When everything grew.Locked in a cage,
Like a little bird,
Stuck in a maze,
And wanting to be heard.Sweet little girl,
Thinking she's safe,
When the world that she lives in,
Will spit in her face.⚔︎✧✦✧⚔︎
A/N: Wasn't sure.
Was kinda just humming this to myself and it formed. It has a tune but I can't share it.
Hope y'all liked it.
It means something to me..
Love,
Ava <3
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A Book of Poems
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