Too Young to be Swiming so Far.

Skinny, tiny girl standing on her tip toes to kiss the guy she thinks she loves and thinks she knows and all we can do is watch.
And wait.
While her sweet and innocent appearance and mentality slips further and further away into another doubtful sea.

I can't help but think that it's because of us that she's doing this.
We...
how to describe us?
We've...seen and experienced more.
Paddled farther.
Well...not anymore, but she doesn't know that.

To tell or not to tell?
I just hope she can swim.

I mean, yes.
It's her own choice.
And I should probably just forget about it.
But...
she's to much like a sister.
To little.
And not just in height.

Sure, she's experience pain before.
Sure, she might just know what she's in for.
But of course,
the key word is might.

Yeah,
She's already starting to drift to the waters that start reaching over her head.
I know.
I just don't want her to drown.

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