Fourteen
Fourteen, that's all I am.
Wisedom not yet noticable though my age
But wise I am not
Stupidity comes once so often.
But harsh and unforgiving
Please save me from it.
My eyes, my heart endured so much.
From scarlet red hair of my demons
To the way they treated me
Brainwashed I was.
Best Friend
They would whisper
and fear they would not.
But torn down to my depths.
Reach my angel
Find my lost heart
and fix my eyes to see the heavens.
For Fourteen thats all I am.
But wise I am not.
Copyright © Allison Bowser | Year Posted 2009
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