I know that words are so hollow
I feel hollow words
Everyone's words
Are hollow
To me
I think that I am sorry
I ruined something
I don’t like things to be ruined
So why should you?
But I say sorry,
And I don’t know
How
To make you understand
How sorry I am
How do I say sorry
And mean it
Enough for you to know
Really
Really
Really
Know
How sorry I am
?
Raincoat like the petals of a sunflower hangs to her knees
Glittery rainbow headband
That only keeps half her hair back
Shiny pink nails
Strawberry boots
Shy smile that makes you feel lucky you got to see it
If we got stuck
In an elevator
Would we have a real conversation
For once?
Could I make you laugh
If we were in an elevator
Would you trust
The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
Comments
You remind me of myself at 12. The difference is that you choose to speak out--and that is a gift. That is power.
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