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MATURITY

Particular thoughts tickle my dome

like the day my thumb got stuck in my mouth

and how long it took me to get it out

or when Betty stole my doll but i knew

coz i didn't like it at all

and when all i ate was a peanut butter jelly roll

coz it was the only thing i ever enjoyed

 

it's amazing how i have grown

how i've gone from dressing dolls to dressing myself

making sure i look good for the boys

instead of Barbie looking good for Ken

 

 

I walk through castles and dont build them anymore

dont chase butterflies

coz i already feel them in me

when Nick comes running along

dont believe in fairy tales

coz reality has struck me today alot

growing up takes a lot of time and effort

and looking down memory lane brings me joy

when i wake up in the moring

and find us cuddling in our spot

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Written by
peggy
South African
Published
Sep 5, 2011
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Notes

this is something i just thot of and wrote, please feel free to tell me if it needs more depth or construction

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