A poem - I forwarn you I’m not the best
Sweet Sister
I want to mend your wings
and give you back your star
And let you live in the sky
Where you belong
I see your pain
your innocence slips away
without so much as a goodbye
And you crash land in a world
Where you don’t belong
You’re a little girl
wearing heels that don’t fit
Growing up in all the hard ways
The world on your tiny shoulders
Don’t lose balance
Sweet sister
I hope you find new wings
And that you hold onto your star
And have sweet dreams
Always
I think your poem is wonderful. I just wish it was that easy…
I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you’re a very talented writer sweetie.
you always underestimate yourself and your talent heather…..always…