That part of me
is still there, you know;
I could never really
Let it go;I still remember
The games we played;
The pictures we drew,
And the cookies we made;I still can see
That little girl;
Free from fear and doubt
In her own little world;Sometimes I want
To make cookies still;
Even though I
Never will;Sometimes I want
To bring her to life;
To be a real child
And forget all this strife;Sometimes I remember
Before I get cold;
Inside I'm still that girl,
Barely 10 years old.
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Words In My Head
PoesíaThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.