Cry



You have crawled on floors
You pidder padded on tippy toes
You played with dolls and pretended to be
Nurse and Doctor, with the boy next door
The school was around the block
He walked with you and carried your books
Falling for love, in a faerie tale fashion
Blossoming teens, high school crushes
White picket fences, line streets to a chapel
Potted daisies, placed at every pew
Slide the aisle, with a flowing stride
Catching his eyes, looking at you
Step by step, holding breath
Closer and closer, to death

AntönyRös

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