Just in case you need my hand,
I'll lend it happily so.
And whenever you need my shoulder,
I promise I won't go.
I'll wipe your eyes,
Dry your face,
And try to get rid of those awful memories that you try so diligently to erase.
YOU ARE READING
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.
