She was a spring breeze
gentle, kind, sweet
When i held her in my hands
I felt my heart, my life.
She was apart of me
Her form like jelly
I squished her firmly
She giggled.
When i coaxed her to grow
She agreed happily
Excited.
She always performed - dedicated
This was too easy - i thought
i became self conscious.
I didn't deserve easy
in all her ways she assured me.
My gift was ethereal, mine.
I dedicated myself to her whims
We thrived and grew
together, competent, intelligent, effervescent
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A Sad Girls Guide to Her Inner Thoughts
PoetryA collection of ramblings. Diving into the sadness and unfairness of life.
