She’s little

Not even 8

But she has hope 

Hope that shines

Through her blue eyes

Hope that dances

Across her face

Just like how she

Dances in the rain

Listening to Taylor Swift 

This is just kind of random bits of information in unedited paragraphs.

Why do I care?

You tiptoe around

Your feelings

Keep them in a bag

With a zipper

And zip them up

You say you're like lemonade

You can be sweet

But you can be sour

And people told you