Grieve
Wash away my hopes
Wash away my dreams
But one thing you would never take away from me is the way I grieve
I work at my own pace
Don't try to make me go faster
I'm just a child which you cannot lather
like soap or like lotion
Within my soul holds alot of emotional devotion
I will still carry on
Even though my soul couldn't
But still in the back of my mind I'm thinking I shouldn't
Let me grieve, just let me grieve
Copyright © Kennetria Marinetti | Year Posted 2013
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