Dearest Ella
It's the 30th of March,
You know what that means,
It's the day you were born
The day of the queen.
First you were two,
walking with your little feet,
then you were four,
going to trick-or-treat.
Then came six,
school was okay,
Eight came along,
You started hating Monday.
Ten was curious,
A Facebook was made,
"Don't talk to people on the internet",
But you weren't afraid.
Twelve was hell,
I wonder why?
Friends were lost,
You started wanting to die.
But then there was fourteen,
And you met me,
Over the love of One Direction,
We bonded immediately.
Over the years,
We've laughed and we've cried,
You've helped me heal,
Forgetting the ways of suicide.
Now you're sixteen,
and I just want you to know,
Dearest Ella,
We'll never go solo.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Sixteen
RandomDear @ItsElla_x, It's your sixteenth birthday and because we do not live together and have never seen one another besides on a phone screen, this is the only gift I could give you. One which has meaning and isn't just something random like I do eve...
