images of a little girl
with princess curls,
and a smile of snow
smile back at me
from my bedroom wall.
she wanted to grow up so quick
she wanted to drive a car
go anywhere she wanted
she wanted to be like mommy,
all grown up.
now those curls have turned straight
that smile less bright,
eyes that were once like water
have since turned into ice
hardened by lies and broken promises
i guess i got what i wanted,
i'm
all
grown
up.
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Not A Poet, But A Reader
Poetry"things won't get better is you're gone. you can't feel relief if you're a carcass. if it's the shadows that you're running from, remember that dead eyes only see darkness." A collection of poems that I love and want to share. All poems go to their...
