I wish the moon,
Would near me in the same room,
And listens to the doom,
I am likely to face.
For I am sure,
Even if I a loser,
To its face so white,
I added a little of my fright,
It would remain unchanged.
I'm sure,
It would smile to me,
And I would smile back too.
It would be a good shoulder,
To lean on for sure.
Not like my elder.
A/n
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poems of a growing girl
Poetry"The little girl had to grow up unfortunately, Though she preferred not to obviously. Of people,she had lost curiosity And decided to live in her own serenity. Now, as I look at the mirror, I see her all grown up Ahh, what had been there to fear?😆...
