It was time to grow up
She had to let go of her childhood
But what if she cried?
Who could wipe her tears away when only her father would?
Scrapes on her knees
Bandages being her best friend
Along with her sister who's time she would spend
With the girl who was crying, luggage in hand
For she didn't want to grow up
She was sinking in quick sand
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• Here Comes A Thought •
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems that I've personally created. Enjoy! ?
