It's my birthday soon,
I'm not too keen,
At the fall of the moon,
I'll be 15,
But i don't want to,
Y11 is just around the corner,
But there's presents wrapped in blue,
And the days aren't getting warmer,
Cakes and cards stacked high,
Money and gift cards scattered around,
Yet all i'm in need of a cry,
And drown out the all of the sound.
-᥇𝓲𝘳𝓽ꫝᦔꪖꪗ
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Words Of A Teenage Girl
Poetry-All little poems written by me :) -Please vote and comment -Lemme know what you think <3
