I want to be like the girl with the golden hair, and rosy cheeks
I want to hold myself the way she does, and handle mistakes and bad situations with grace and dignity
No more screaming, no more fighting; just communicating and understanding
I want to be like the girl with golden hair
Because maybe then I wouldn't be in so much pain, but the rain always comes before the sun
YOU ARE READING
all my love
Poetryit's not really poetry it's really just me sitting in my room writing things that come to my head © breathingghosts 2017
