Like an explosion
little
crashed in
ready to win
to play
ready to save the day
from lions and tigers and burlgars
oh my!
and I
on my back
would gaze at the sky
Big,
what are you doing?
she would ask
and I lost in thought
so rarely relaxed
would snap
jarred by the noise
of this girl
who thinks herself a boy
little, leave me alone
and I would push away
only to regret that another day
and so it goes
the ones you know
are more precious
than any outfit
furniture
or stone
to be alone
is to be poor
you will always be wanting more
but its that crashing in the door
that you really
secretly
will be longing for
*(after some time)
//
[Love you, little]
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