Gracie...I Mean Adam

Gracie… I mean Adam Torres

Drew’s little sister… I mean brother

Loved by all, but fell for one

Too bad she was controlled by her mother

 

He played in WhisperHug

His high school band

She attended her father’s church

The connection was unplanned

 

Gracie… I mean Adam Torres

Drew’s little sister… I mean brother

Loved by all, but fell for one

Too bad she was controlled by her mother

 

When her parents found out, it was the end

Adam left town, ignored her for hours

Becky texted and called, her love was not pretend

Because of her everyone’s sending flowers

 

Adam Torres

Drew’s little brother

Fly high my little butterfly

 

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