You've grown up so fast.
Your maturity was slacking,
But it has caught up at last.
Little girl can't find
Herself a steady state of mind.
She's been affected. She'll deny it,
And tell you that she's fine.
Little girl, why?
Why do you always cry?
It's not his worries but he can tell
That you often lie.
Little boy's merely a shadow.
He can see the gallows.
You're keeping him sane. But, you ignore him.
How shallow.
Little girl plays with fire.
I'll say it twice: Call her a liar*
She'll play, get burned, then yell some more!
She's the description of a crier.
Little girl, we
Really hope to see
That you're actually a bigger girl
Than everyone claims you to be.
~LE FROSTIVAL~
Little Boy & Girl face-to-face.
Our hearts are on a race!
Is it safe to say that this was all a
Lion-Giselle chase?
They're both at their best.
There's something he must confess!
He wants to pick up where they left off.
Will she say yes?
Little girl, please don't cry
But i'm afraid this could be a lie.
Didn't Helen ever teach you that
Roses crumple and then die?
Call her a liar* = From one of my previous poems Distractions for Fire. Heyyyyyy thurrrrr. Sorry for the whole 'MIA' thing lol I'm just really lazy and tired all of the time blah blah blah Reviews are nice. That blue button is my best friend. Yes. I'll try to update more... -Love, Sabrina!