Pretty girl
You're afraid, you child
You're gaining weight upon those shoulders
Shoulders used to be bone
Grown muscle
And your heart lost its size
You're no longer small,
Though you feel it.
You miss it.
But your talons
Were ready to strike for years,
Now it's time to spread your wings.
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 11:43 PM UTC
Pretty girl
You're afraid, you child
You're gaining weight upon those shoulders
Shoulders used to be bone
Grown muscle
And your heart lost its size
You're no longer small,
Though you feel it.
You miss it.
But your talons
Were ready to strike for years,
Now it's time to spread your wings.
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