From the past of me To the presence of IA Poem by Kris I began with… A little girl who dreamt up fantasies, And lived in her imaginary box In a family so small There were never any secrets In a life that was so normal She was bored from day one To a child With a fascination for movies From The Little Princess to Anastasia And a passion for books from the beginning of time to the end A love for food, And a hunger for knowledge A yearn to be anywhere Besides her home town of A desire to be known And a need to be remembered To an adolescent Who smiles politely and says thank you Who dances around her room When no one is home Who is quiet and compassionate But on the inside just wants to be free And I became… A teenager with a mind of her own But who knows when to bite her tongue Who speaks with sarcasm And smiles with genuine happiness Who still has a problem deciphering reality, That is not helped by her obsession with fiction, That ranges from Who still loves the Lion King And all of her childhood stuffed animals Who loves her typical-suburban family But who devours the diversity of her friends Who will never stop being The little girl she once was Because she refuses to forget Her past
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4 Reviews Added on September 18, 2008 Last Updated on September 23, 2008 AuthorKrisWinchester, VAAbout"Give me patience, and I will give you brillance." I'm a taurus. I'm stubborn and scared as hell of change. I can be backwardly shy sometimes. I like to watch and listen instead of putting myself int.. more..Writing
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