She was a dreamer,
so she dreamt.
she dreamed of it all,
hurting and breaking her heart
more and more
with every thought
she dreamt of the things she could be,
of the relationships she could have,
dreaming of peoples promises not so-broken
it was her birthday
and she said she didn't care
but did she mean it?
,no
she cared,
and, oh, she cared so much.
and so she dreamt and hoped
hoped for love.
she hated the month, dragging the days upcoming to her 'big' day
she knew she'll be sad
she'll cry
she'll fight
she said she didn't care for her birthdays
but it was
it was her sweet sixteen
and no matter how much she had dreamt of her sweet sixteen as a child
she had to just lay back,
cry in an empty room
and go to sleep with ice on her eyes
because no-one could know
she was the perfect girl,
: wasn't she?
happy sweet sixteen eli.
YOU ARE READING
she;.
Poetryshe, she's just like you,, filled with emotions anger, saddness, happiness, pain, joy and all the little parts of them,, the ones she spend the most time with,, those who are always in the back of her mind,, ones that break her at 2am and the ones t...
