A Young LifeA Story by DaniiJLife I was only eight when she left. Packed her bags and took his heart, when I was only eight It hardly mattered. The world lay humbly at my feet At eight years old.
I was only fourteen when she died Fell peacefully asleep with my mama’s smile, when I was only fourteen. It mattered a little, I guess For the world turns cold and vicious, at fourteen years of age
I was only fifteen when he left. Receded into the depths of his mind, When I was only fifteen It hardly mattered. The world was laughing cruelly at fifteen years of age
I was only sixteen when he died Took my smile and broke my heart, at only sixteen years of age. I don’t like to think it mattered a lot (but it did). For the world had turned against me, by sixteen years of age. © 2010 DaniiJAuthor's Note
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