Happy birthday, my dear.
I'd give you the world if I could.
I'd place it in your little hands, the world small and grand,
But you'd drop it, I know you would.
I wish you a happy birthday, my dear.
I'd hold you on my arms if I could.
I'd hug you tight, tell you everything's alright,
But lying to a child is no good.
Author's Note:
I'm not exactly sure what this poem means. I started off writing a happy birthday poem about a child I adore, but it turned into something entirely different. This poem is up to interpretation; I have my own vision, and you will have yours.
-I. Quill
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