Come and read this deeply heartfelt piece!
the little girl says,
i wish i could be you.
the awe strangling the words
sends ice through her veins
so its no wonder
her voice is cold
when she replies,
i would wish for nicer things.
there isn’t enough time to explain
the truth laced between the lines
aim higher, do better,
you don’t want to be me.
she dulls the shine instead.
she did the girl a favor really.