She walks with her head down,
But all I want to do is be there so she can finally raise it.
I want her to be confident.
Because she is beautiful.
But also too far out of reach.
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
