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Mykenzie Aug 12
Where is that little girl of innocence
The one that grabbed the reigns
and learned to dance
That laughed out loud
every chanced she had
Where is that little girl of innocence

Where is that little girl who used to pray
For the less fortunate
in hopes they would be saved
From the heavy hand of sorrow
that too often gives itself away
Where is that little girl who used to pray

Where is that little girl who used to smile
Has her world grown weary
with every passing mile
You can speculate all you want
yet still wonder after awhile
Where is that little girl who used to smile

Where is that little girl who used to dream
Did she find out what life's about
and woke up with a scream
Where reality so it seems
justifies all the means
Where is that little girl who used to dream

Where is that little girl I used to know
Did she lose her innocence
along the dirt road
I pray the day I see
her smile once again shown
As I dream of the little girl I used to know
Mykenzie Aug 12
i write,
my reasons being selfish

i write,
just for me

i write,
as an outlet

i write,
for reasons that may not be so selfish after all
Mykenzie Aug 12
it’s been awhile  since i’ve felt

felt anything

felt anything strong enough to write

but here i am, wanting to restart

restart my life

restart my feelings

it’s been while,

hopefully it will be no more
Mykenzie Oct 2020
In the quantum realm,
time works differently...
5 years seems like 5 hours.

I once wrote a poem
about being in my junior year of high school
and wanting to slow down time

I am now writing this poem
in my senior year of high school
and still wanting to slow down time

It seems like it flies
especially with good friends having a good time

The past year has changed alot,
some for the good and some for the bad

friends lost and made,
family lost and found,
through it all,
time never slowed
Mykenzie Oct 2020
I am ok

When its storming outside,
I am OK

When its foggy and cold,
I am OK

even when it feels like all hope is lost,
I am OK

Even when Im not,
I will be OK
just a  quick write
Mykenzie Aug 2020
Sometimes
Hearts are broke

Sometimes
Hearts are fixed

Sometimes
Hearts never beat

Hearts are weird organs
because everyone says follow your heart

But its not the heart leading you,
its the brain.
The brain cant be broken  or healed.

The brain works before you're ever born,
and in  most cases,
does not stop until 7 minutes
after your heart

so maybe my hearts not broken,
my brain is telling it to be,
so i think it is


but really, its not
and im ok
Mykenzie Mar 2020
I miss you
Your obnoxious laugh
Your double knee

I miss you
The rotating doors of girls
who planned a future w you


I miss you
My uncle, My bestfriend
My role model, My idol

I miss you.
Sergeant First Class Tyler Durden


Gone to soon
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