I looked at a picture of us,
I was 7, you were 5.
You had the most breathtaking smile.
What happened to the little girl
who dreamed the impossible?
That would hide behind mom when
she was shy.
That would look at me
as if I was her protector.
You don't smile much anymore,
and the things that do make you smile,
aren't who you really are.
I miss the little girl
that believed in herself and that
she could do anything.
I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you
from a world that broke your heart.
I just want to see you
smile like you used to.
You deserve to smile again.
YOU ARE READING
James.
Poetry"you are a work of art, not everyone will understand you. but the one's who do, will never forget about you."
