Poems from LeahGrace
Slowly dies the heart,
The one that loves with all it has
So tell it to me slowly
So that I may wallow in my sadness
Holding onto...
I am 7 years old. I play ponies and house and dress-up. I sing and dance and have my mom put on my make-up.
I am innocent.
I am 14 years...
We begin.
We are thrust forth from the womb.
We grow.
We metamorphose.
We argue, learn, love, fall, jump, reach, breathe, consume, hurt,...