There was a time for all to start
When I was alone, taken apart
My only friend was a doll in a dress
And all began to feel like a test.
Easy was not, but not as hard
As it is to not be falling apart
For a little girl with no stress
Like it was for the rest.
In the end, all of it is gone
And the work for the girl is done
So she has nothing else to do
But to enjoy her freedom too.
YOU ARE READING
Something to believe in
PoetryYou can believe in music. Or love. Or magic. Or even destiny. You can also believe that poetry is an art that may not make you feel something special and will take your breath away, but it can easily concure with stories with more words than a poetr...
