Thirty three I’ll be tomorrow,
Feels like I am still three,
Still daddy’s little girl,
Nothing change too much,
Had my heart broken,
Been in some rough and tumble,
But basically still that same
Silly girl I was,
Had problem letting go,
Stubborn as hell,
And a penchant for trouble.
God I wish I could change,
Have someone to love
And love me back
Nurture a life
And basically grow,
Hate being this cared for bonsai
Stunted and trying to grow
But can’t!
rya
6/9/09
4.28 pm
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