Feeling Poeticism

"this is the type of a story made of my heart and written by my hands"

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3. Little Girl

when I was little,

I wished to be older;

I wished to be pretty.

and I wished

to have guys like me,

for when I was older.

but I never thought to specify,

that they should be nice guys,

or ones who were to care about my opinions.

possibly-

one who listened to me,

cared about me.

maybe even one who liked me,

not because he liked my looks-

but because he liked the way my eyes went into

straight,

black,

and skinny lines,

whenever I was to laugh.

for I was a little girl,

and I had bright eyes.

but now I'm a big girl,

and I see nothing but gray.

-

dec.3rd

2014

8:45pm

while I was thinking about you

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