If i met my seven year old self,
I wonder what would i tell her
I wonder what would i say?
would i warn her of the future?
of the bad things yet to come,
that people will leave,
that smiles are rare,
and there's so much to grieve?
that life is uncertain,
and world is wrapped in lies,
that her 'bestie' won't stay for long
she'll leave without goodbyes.
that people will change,
you can trust no one.
Despite all the girlhood,
you might wish to be a son.
That diary will listen to you the most
than anybody else around,
There will be things left unsaid,
And even silence will make a sound.
that he wasn't a nice guy,
and you should not trust him at all,
his touch will haunt you forever,
but oh, you were so small.
that scars never heal,
and to keep the blades away,
i wonder what would i tell her
I wonder what would i say?
My seven year old self believed,
the world is a perfect place,
would she recognise herself,
when she looked into my face?
Even though I have learnt so much,
several years have passed since then,
i would give up everything i have,
to view life through her eyes again.
By,
Shaina...
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