She was small,
Like seriously small.
She was quiet,
But is sometimes louder
Than fireworks.
She wore many faces,
Many outfits,
On different days.
She always
Recommends the games
That she likes to play.
She has a good taste
On music,
That's for sure.
Her heart and soul
Are nothing but pure.
I know this is late
And I'm sorry
If I might dismay,
But this my only way
Of saying
Happy Birthday.
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A Collection Of Thoughts
PoetryA collction of poems, shorts stories and other stuff that spawns in my silly little head, written by yours truly
